inside the cave

and the end of the beginning

Welcome back fools!

If you haven’t been here in a while, I’m spending January editing my book here.

The last couple of posts have been the frame within which the book will exist.

So. To recap. Yesterday I told you about procrastinating, going surfing, getting hit by a rogue wave and waking up inside of a magical cave.

I know. A magical cave.

Inside, I discovered a shelf. On the shelf there were two books.

I hear you. This sounds pretty far fetched.

Who the hell has a shelf that only has two books on it?

What kind of decluttered Marie Condo zealot has room to leave shelves so open?

Is this you?

Neat. How do you manage to stay so clean?

Let’s get back to the story shall we?