I'm Writing A Play!


I'm Writing A Play!

Dear Blog Readers;

           So, for anyone who reads my blog reguarly, my writing lately has been a little spiratic. Don't worry though, I still have plenty of stories to tell. In the whole, three seconds of spare time I have in my life righ now I'm startting a new progect. I'm turning my story Raven, it's already on the blog, into a play. I don't know if I'll be able to get it produced or not but I'm trying something new anyway. Wish me luck! ...And also while you're at it you might want to wish for my sanity to stay in tact, that'd be nice... Oh well. 

Sinceraly,
E. M. Areson

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