Maine, August

August in Maine is breezy and green. The nights are especially cool and feel like autumn in the South. The streets are packed with tourists, many of them Quebecois, lugging beach gear or flitting to dinner in the evenings.

I am embarking on a full polish of my book now, something I expect to take six weeks. Every day is so hard, because I get close to the finish line only to have it move away from me. Every day is so magic, because there are small pleasures to make me smile.

I can truly say this is the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life. And I've done some things!

Fe, valor, corazon. Faith, courage, heart.