drift on

©2022 Michael Raven

shouldered
age-worn backpack
mental baggage
trickling out
corner seam holes
dust & devils
:: let them fall

i'll mend the hole, later
when the memory lint
finally drops out

waking to a
drifter within
who can see
all the world
without taking
a tattered step
beyond
the room
in which he
sits

i'm going to trade
my name
for something more
sleepwalking
sleeptalking
&
drift on

Writer’s block of another kind

I hate it when I have a story concept that haunts me, but I can’t seem to tie it together into a story.

I’m at one of those crossroads today with one of those themes that lingers on the periphery, but never quite works. It doubly frustrates because it has been nibbling at the edges for over 20 years.

I murdered more than a few thousand-score words back in 2003-2005 in serialized form (a serial killer, then) on the concept and then gave up as I painted myself into a corner and discovered that, while bits and pieces “worked”, the whole of it was pretty much rank with pretension and the kind of high urban fantasy that I grew to abhor. Plus, it had the “dark overlord” and the “worldwide calamity” that never sat well with me, which is why I can’t handle most high fantasy these days. Tolkien did it already, and a myriad of others copied it. It’s time to let that trope rest in it’s grave.

But I never quite got over it and could bring myself to entirely scrap the ideas within.

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