I've been writing bits and pieces of The Weredeer from the ground up, but it's time to go in and start marrying the new parts to the old. It's a delicate operation, like a prose transplant.
Before I started, I went out for a walk to get my creative juices flowing. Unfortunately, I passed the Baptist church and their sign says "Whatever the question, Jesus is the answer," and I spent the rest of the walk coming up with questions to which Jesus is not actually the answer. Such as, "What is that smell?"