Plop me in the middle of the ocean, sprinkle islands on every horizon and I’d die of exhaustion in the very spot I was plopped.

Why?

Indecision. Crippling fear of making the wrong choice. This is my sick life.

Yesterday, finally, I swam.

Toward the The Shallcross Burden, I labored. The first words of my Cozy Mystery finally reaching paper.

The relief was palpable. Even the circling sharks applauded.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe