Paranoia, redux
Somewhere between these posts and the last I had this paranoia that if I write for this blog I definitely can't write anymore. I'll lose my duende.
Bollocks. It's countdown time and I'm still not complete with my submission to Palanca. Epiphany number two: A piece looked like sf poetry according to christie, so I might have a new item to advocate. Obviously an offshoot of writing for the PSFVx anthologies.