I'm going to start again. . . continue, rather.

[breakthetide]

Rhode Island dries me up. Chapped lips and scaly hands. Itchy. I noticed the difference while I was at home last week.

I am going to change things. I am going to write. I am going to do this in babysteps. . . . by not trying to catch up with a novel.

Guess what happened since the last time I wrote?

Give up?

Life happened.

The end.