Today is July 1, Canada Day, our first day back in our home in the north. My lovely “bunker” office is a mess, books piled everywhere, but yesterday I ignored important chores to set up a file system for The Next Novel. It’s a work of art in itself! When I unpack the camera and the various cord-connectors, I’ll share it here.

I’ve open beside me the little calendar I bought—a cheap little spiral bound—in which to record each day’s writing. I begin today. That is the deal I’ve made with myself. But immediately, I’m waffling: it’s a holiday, I’m still unpacked, I’ve tomato-work to do in my husband’s garden. All this is true, BUT I could do the minimum, 100 words. At the very least. And so I will.