About a Rave...

So I'm writing again. I've put my novel on a slight pause while I finish this compilation of short stories and poems. I have three of each complete so far and four of each in draft. One of which is this one that has to do with a rave. I'm drawn to this one right now because this is how my mind feels every time I even think about sleep. The closer to the pillow I get, the more raging the rave rages.

I feel like my dialogue is taking a turn for the worse because I'm so tired. Just how many sleepless nights do I have left in me? I need to finish this, maybe I will be able to put the rave to bed and make the music stop if I finish the book, a book, any book... something.

I'm going to try. Here's to the Rave. PLUR on.