Thanks to Eric Witchey's Parallel Play session in Salem, I wrote 1800 words on the novel. I'm having problems getting into this chapter and connecting with the character. Little by little I'm finding the connection, though. That's what I keep telling myself.

I got back into town and Ximena and I went to tango lessons. Brrrrrrrr. The Tango Center is cold in the winter. And it's not like the milongas where the dance floor is crowded and all the body heat keeps the dancers warm. During the lessons there's fewer people. It's colder, but it makes you want to move, you know, dance.