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[deckardcanine]

During November and neighboring weeks, I keep finding parallels between a work of fiction and either the story I'm writing or the NaNoWriMo process itself. This time it was a movie I selected for Halloween, The Fly (1958). In it, an obsessed, secretive inventor creates something brilliant, but when it goes wrong for a few days, he gives up on rectifying the situation and insists on destroying all evidence of it rather than asking for outside help.

I've been there.