Goatrude

This grew out of a blog post about luck. [link]

I have great luck. It's just...weirdass great luck. I was talking to an acquaintance of mine at a party the other night, and he had donated a book to a raffle and won it back, in said raffle. "That's just the kind of luck I have," he said.

See, my luck isn't like that. if I entered the raffle, I'd win a trip to Outer Mongolia, promptly get bitten by a goat, and wind up in the hospital with goat-bite fever. While there, I would strike up a conversation with the guy in the next bed, who would turn out to be an editor, and I'd wind up selling him a book idea that I really don't have time to work on, about a small cute goat named Goatrude, who falls into an ancient Scythian tomb and has to spend the night amid the ghosts of impaled steppes warriors and dead horses, and goes on a quest to lay the ghosts to rest by finding the artifacts stolen and for sale in the local market and shit I kinda want to write this now so I'm going to stop talking but hopefully you see my point.

(NO, there will not be a Goatrude book. Probably. But I at least had to do a little doodle.)