Slide to the Right

The Golden Gate Bridge, shrouded in fog, serves as the backdrop for the fictional tale of the Painted People in San Francisco.

Now that my desk has arrived, I'm uncertain about my ability to write again. Having not practiced fiction writing for so long, I wonder if I can even begin.

It's fair to say... I'm intimidated by the prospect.

But eventually, I hope to start once the desk is assembled. For now, it remains boxed, prompting me to ponder what Zeno Eliot would make of Peekskill.

Perhaps I should consider changing his birthplace to Peekskill, NY, instead of the fictional Queen Esther Island, SC, somewhere between Hilton Head Island, SC, and Savannah, GA.

​I'm considering restarting by rewriting each character's bio to help me get back into "Painted People."

​Well, I could move out to the left for a while
Or I could slide to the right for a while

Hey, I could get up and back
Right on track (Is that gonna get you back?)
Breakfast Club, 'Right On Track'