Once upon a time someone went down a hole and couldn't find his way back out.

Until now.

Seems the muse has found me no matter how hard I tried to keep her at bay or was it something else preventing her from giving me that urge to share. Don't know.

Still plagued with the bipolar shit. Some days good, some days bad. Some days very, very bad.

The new story is only just over 22,000 words long, barely a novella. If published, the font size would be a bit larger than normal, the font style would be a bit wider than usual, the leading would be a bit airy, and the justification settings would allow more intercharacter space. All of this would allow the book to be printed in a sizable volume that would feel good in a reader's hands.

It's broken up into five chapters.

Actually it's all written since I'd want to drop of the ledge again and not be able to finish it in a timely manner.

Anys, I hope you enjoy the adventure.