Memoirs of my Day in Hades

It is true, as I learned bitterly today, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.  And betrayals.  Perhaps I'll go back and fnish Part II of the Erzebet novel.  Perhaps I've had it with all the pretty little dollies.  I don't know. I'm beginning to understand about Virginia Woolf and the Queen's Doll House.  Ah, to be allergy free, and stress free, with all the world in the world and a big, roomy office, where I can write.  Alone. To be free.