Ever tried climbing into a sailing dinghy on a blustery and unforgiving winter's morning? Today I have had one foot on a slithery floor and the other on the jetty, one hand on the mast and the other trying to grab hold of the boom before it flattens me. It barely feels like the same boat I sailed so smoothly before the Christmas break. Such is trying to get back into writing the novel.
Looking at this small boat, I can see that the sails are tattered, the rudder is askew, the varnish needs attention, the sheets are a little frayed in places, but it is not shipping too much water.
It still looks like a boat and it floats, albeit with a slight list. The rudder is easily mended.
If the weather calms down enough tomorrow, it should be relatively plain sailing.
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