I forgot

I forgot to take a photo of Keith and I sitting under an umbrella on a patio, eating wings and chatting. So here’s a picture of the cliffs garden in the late evening sun instead.

Happy

We rode our motorcycles to the island, where we ate fresh whitefish, explored, drank coffee, skipped stones, saw a faun, watched an osprey bring a fish to her three offspring, I swam, and had chips and dip for dinner. It was fucking perfect.

Finally did it.

Screenshot of Chris’ reply after I decided what the hell and signed up for the Big One.

Yes it’s a lot of mobney. Hoping it will be worth it for the 9 months of help finally birthing this novel.

I would like to take this opportunity to remind myself that you get out of it what you put into it. It’s up to me.