Trying to keep my mind from wandering off into dark and dismal places, I’ve been delving back into some of my old novels. There is an embarrassing plethora of the ancient things that have never seen the light of a publishing house’s glare.
Some are surprisingly ok.
Others, well, aren’t.
But things could be salvaged, dragged out of the forgotten sea and treasured up.
Maybe dark and dismal is a saner place to be?