©2022 Michael Raven
Granted, I am not sleeping solidly at night and I’m not sure exactly why, but every time I try to get something written for fells; gate this week, it’s as if I haven’t a brain at all.
There may come a time when I have to admit that I probably should stick to poetry and shorter fiction. I seem to do well with both, but I’ve been seizing up on anything that resembles a novel.
I don’t know what it is.
So, while I’ll try to get the next section in on it, I’m warning everyone it might be a fail. Again. Unless I can scratch my way out of this cardboard box.