Sometimes, it's hard to tell what's real. This isn't much, but it's just enough, so as not to feel as though I'm losing touch with those who are watching. It has its place in a story near and very dear to my heart, but probably not the ones of which you're thinking. If you don't care, and you're looking to start, this piece, I'd say, is worth a reading.
Inspired by Poe's Raven, yes, it was, though I must say; once you begin, it's hard to keep from writing this way. Can I keep it up, a novel's length, or will I falter, day by day? In a scant few months, we'll see if I've the strength, or if this will end pushed to the side, way by way.
(And no, the entire novel isn't going to be in this format. Only a very few chapters, representing the "real" world in which we live.)
Edit: Woke up at 4:30 in the morning to discover I'd received a DD. Slightly proud of myself doesn't even begin to cover it. Thank you so much, everyone. Shout out to the wonderful DA Lit community!