Unfortunately, today was complicated because (as predicted) chapters 20 and 21 required some reworking.
When I was a young shaver I was on the San Clemente High School swim team. I loved the swimming, I hated the politics and cliques.
One of the things I loved was the feeling of being suspended elsewhere. Underwater is another world. Underwater is muted and subdued. Shadows blend with light. Distortion softens every line. It makes it very easy to kick around ideas.
I knew as I scrabbled helplessly at 20 and 21 that I needed to get out of the house, get into another world — and so I went to the gym, and swam mindlessly for half an hour while I picked at the plot knot. I ultimately came away with a conclusion that satisfied my needs and gave my body a much-needed workout.
Things are back on track. And I must be to bed.
