Today, I will begin again.
I'm thinking this will be a short entry.
It was actually sort of cold here yesterday. About 5 p.m. we started off on a walk, but I was in such a foul mood from having a lousy writing day, and the air was so nippy and there was so much wind, we didn't go very far. After dinner, I retreated into Second Life, and proceeded to pretend it would be a thousand years before I had to worry about the novel again.
It was a short thousand years.
Anyway, there's nothing for it but to slog on. That way lies THE END. I've been here many times before, and I know I can find my way. It only takes forever and patience and a few million keystrokes.