Seeking a woman editor. Able to come to a small fishing community on a Maine island for several months to untangle fifty years of journals. Basically a life lived in reckless disregard. Six miles off the coast of Maine, near Bar Harbor. This is totally, life in the slow lane. Nothing here. A general store as big as a bus stop shelter. Not the snow, but the wind when you're surrounded by mother ocean. So I am a frustrated scribbler, that lacks discipline. People either embrace this rock, or flee on the next ferry. You must be ok with solitude and be self entertaining.
This what I can provide. A winter rental and a thousand a month. Timothy
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