Then, in my waking-dozing state this morning, my thoughts were filled with Witherwilds and things I needed to remember to incorporate or things my sleepy brain found to be genius. My waking mind is not so sure.
This morning, however, I did something stupid that brought TBU back to the forebrain. I scooped a drowning wasp out of a pot of dishwater with my bare finger. I got a sting in form of thanks, and that ouchie reminded me that Phayn, the MC of TBU, is handy with a blowgun. I need to make sure she uses it a bit more in the opening chapters.
* This is a good idea actually, and a trip to Paris for research purposes is in order.
** I'm currently reading one of Bottéro's books, The Oldest Cuisine in the World: Cooking in Mesopotamia, by Jean Bottéro and Teresa Lavender Fagan.