I gnaw at my knuckle. A nervous habit, one of many I lug around every day. It’s a relatively mild tic now. I no longer bruise my poor finger or nip it raw. I just gnaw… casually.

The point?

I worry over point of view. I chew on it. Pull and tug at it until it’s barely recognizable. In my first Cozy Mystery, I’m finding the tic particularly demoralizing.

My POV mastication needs to turn “casual.” Now.

My jaw aches, and I’m tired of destroying myself.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe