I Figured Out the Fern
The answer was a witch in the attic eating crackers. Obviously. I solved a three-week creative crisis by inventing a woman who fakes her own death and then just… doesn’t leave. She moves into the attic. She stays there. Nobody tells her to. It is, weirdly, the most well-adjusted decision anyone in this book makes. Anyway. Let me back up.… Continue reading I Figured Out the Fern