Beating my head on the wall

The Wreck of Heaven danced. This thing may be dancing, too, but if so, it’s only doing it on my toes. I’m struggling — could be the hour. How did a morning person like me end up working such crappy hours, and never getting to write in the morning?

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About the author: Novelist, writing teacher, on a mission to reprint my out-of-print books and self-publish my new ones.