Lounging

The actual first day–and the actual date of the first year anniversary for The Wife and I–was spent not doing much of anything except lounging by the pool where I foolishly applied sunblock only to my shoulders and back, neglecting my arms and legs. If you think “He’s going to pay for that later” you’d be right, but that’s for tomorrow’s entry. This entry is about sitting by a pool in a sunny, tropical cove with blue, blue ocean water and Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys as reading material.

Being an aspiring novelist who worships Neil-O, I immediately was overcome with a terrific inferiority complex and a deep, abiding feeling of “Why bother,” but at the same time, the need to tell stories burns as brightly as ever.

It’s just incredibly humbled right now.