Sometimes I think mixing my genres is just a really bad idea. It can at least be rather confusing. For example, suppose you read Stargirl and think, wow, that’s a cute idea. I think I’ll leave my hair clippings in a bowl on the sill for little birdies to build their nests out of, too.
But that thought is immediately followed by the knowledge that according to other books/movies/TV shows, your hair can also be used to clone, control, hex, manipulate, spell, protect, track, or communicate with you. Or frame you for murder.
Maybe I’ll burn my hair clippings instead.
