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
