Now I must admit early on that a good friend of mine has a great story about a skunk shifter. It's a cute little love story that she outlined, but I'm not sure she's written yet.
That being said, I've decided that skunks, no matter how cute they are in stories or books, ARE NOT MY FRIENDS.
Ummm... Let me just say that the dog went out in our back yard and decided that it would be a pleasure to chase a critter of the night. When she returned to the house, not only did she get a stern talking to, but she graced us with a FOUL stench. Yup, whatever she chased stunk like skunk and wild critter.
Let me tell you, writing romance while the house reeked of skunk DOESN'T work. Nope. Not romantic in the least.
So, I think I'll work on edits tomorrow and hope my massive Febreeze and Oust offensive got rid of the lingering memories.