Wolf Children is (d)evolving. Right now it stands (at least in my head) as a series of interconnected stories that will (maybe) (someday) make up a novella.
But I don’t know if I like that? It’s sort of a cheat — like why can’t I just make it a novel rather than making it novel-length? I did like the way it worked in The Madonnas of Echo Park, but I felt cheated by the form in the The Juliet Stories, where we spiraled out from the parts I was reading the novel for to stuff I cared less about.
Do I hate connected short stories? Ugggg. I don’t know anything any more. I should go study actuarial science and stop with all this free-form open fiction nonsense. Read non-fiction textbooks about macroeconomic policy and Nordic politics and subcontinental linguistics and become even more antisocial than I already am.