The Basement Notes

Hello, newbies, and welcome to the...lists. You'll find it warm here and comforting, pleasant, soothing to your... writing souls. I've been here since...let me look at my wall...since...maybe a year ago. I live here, downstairs, past the room that holds the buried, still-warm treasured pumping hearts of still-born thoughts, just past that room, behind the blighted door and down the rotted stairs, down, past the archives, then to the left, down, beyond the crippled slipping sentences we've forgiven and misshapen ideas we've forgotten, down and to the right now, watch your step. There. That door on the right now. Open it. Please.

Please open it.

Please...

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