She was sucking on a rope of her own hair, which I took not as a nervous habit as much as an omen. Upon closer inspection, I observed her nails were uneven, jagged little crusts. She had feral eyes and pallid skin, and when she wasn’t speaking, I sometimes thought she might try to eat me.
I’m pretty sure I edited this part out of Moose, fearing it was too overwritten. It’s hard to edit, to know when you’re hiding behind description because you’re really struggling with what you want to say. Still working on choosing a paperback cover. The latest round looks fun, but I still can’t decide. It’s a lot like editing, double-guessing in hindsight.