So far being back in Portland feels very much like make-believe. My favorite coffee shop still has the card that I left last year, and so I’m continuing to get stamps for my decafs as if I had never left. The weather is the same, and not that different from what I left in Iceland, although Rob tells me that it’s snowing now.

I talk to Rob almost every day. We have only a few hours in which our schedules overlap. It’s hard chatting with him at two in the afternoon, knowing that he’s on his way to bed and that I mustn’t keep him up.

The novel is going along nicely. I’m a little behind in my word count, but should be able to catch up if I’m diligent from here on out. If you missed the post where I explained why there are now password protected posts, I’m putting up a chapter of my novel each day until I finish it. If you want to read along, leave a comment here (the computer will send me your email address) and I’ll send you the password.

And now, I need to write another 2000 words. Charge!

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