Love and kisses and bewb gropes to my amazing team, nails 233, LaMomo, Manda, Heidi, & Willow. Any errors you may find are mine, because I don't know when to leave well enough alone. Special love to lilsunnyaunt - Thank you for being there from day one, and never giving up on me.
Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight; I simply introduced them to the sun, surf, and sand.
October 21—
I can hear the waves crashing against the sand, the noise filtered by the aged curtains I've drawn against the watery sunlight struggling to break through the growing thunderheads. A tropical storm is tearing through the Gulf, its eye set on Galveston. I wouldn't have even known about it if I hadn't seen the news at the convenience store up the street. I walked down there to get something to eat. I figured I'd better, since none of my shit fits anymore. When I headed down to surf this morning, I noticed my wet suit is too loose, the fabric falling in wrinkles around my wrists and ankles. I don't know why I bother trying to eat. I barely make it to the bathroom before it all comes back up.
Maybe I'll buy a toaster; toast is supposed to be easy.
The timeline of the chapters, while chronological, will not be every day. Just like any other journal, circumstances can sometimes prevent someone from writing every day, especially given the delicate subject matter. I will make sure the date of the entry is at the top of each one.
Jasper's really checked out of life, hasn't he?