It's cold here, for Florida. I've lived in colder places, but there's something about it here that gets under my skin, into my bones. Maybe I'm just getting old.
It's hard to find the energy and motivation to keep writing right now, the way things are. (I anticipate looking back at this timestamp later and feeling the same way I feel looking at my photographs dated March 8, 2020.) But stories are the only comfort I really have to give, so I'm still going.
In the meantime, thanks for stopping by my woods this frosty evening, and feel free to come join me in being unhinged on social media on tumblr (/juleskelleybooks) and Threads (@juleskelleybks). And I promise to get off social media and write on a regular basis.
Stay warm. Stay safe.