Writing a Story for My Little Sister

This is an image of Little Village in Chicago, not Mexico. All it needs is a curandera shop, right there.

Well, I thought I was all bad ass and started writing my sister a short story based on a continued conversation we have been having.  She explained the concept again over break, and I said, "Sure, I'll write it.  You do the cover if it turns into my next novel." 

I had been thinking about the plot and characters for some time.  I finally started writing the short story yesterday, and I got the major plot line totally wrong.  So I said, "Fuck it. There will have to be a part dos."

It's an unusual piece because it's not taking place in Arizona, but Chicago, so it's a bit of a breakthrough piece for me as far as short stories go.  I tend to write about home, all the time (Except for The Harvest, oddly enough), and even though there is still some of the southwest in it, the story takes place in a neighborhood much like Little Village. 

Anyway, I tried researching brujas and came up with nada, so it really is a work of fiction, although, I may pick my friend's brain who knows way more about this stuff. You can read the rolling draft, which I hope to finish tonight or tomorrow.  You can read the Scribd file in the previous blog post.

And that is all because I have to keep grading.  I spent most of yesterday writing because the kids were at a kid party.  I did grade, just not full piles.

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