I’ve been in Provincetown since Saturday, trying to pick up some steam on my novel revision. But it’s not happening. I’ve worked on it every day–and the changes I’m making are good–but it’s all a big mess and I can’t get any momentum. I have to make myself work on it when I’d rather be doing other things. A very weird and unusual situation. Ugh.


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