i’ve strung my seven hagstones…
i've strung my seven hagstones on red thread. hung them over the head of my bed. will they keep the night hag off my chest? dunno.
in place of a thinking cap i've a dunce-cap limpet on my head. sitting here trying to distill the story sloshing around in my upper deck. i'm just not a fiction writer i'm afraid. i can write vignettes. but then my write-y muscle fills with lactic acid and i slump. i lack stamina (in this and other areas). ho-hum. i'm going to keep at it though. mostly because i am (as my name would suggest) a contrarian. doomed to be contrary. contradict myself.