After deciding that I was done with Lahaina, I came back to the hotel, v. carefully applied sunscreen to every bit that could be exposed to the sun (sometimes more than once), and then spent four hours on the beach. I took a brief break for another delicious kalua pork sandwich, but the majority of the afternoon was focused on a) stimulating a case of skin cancer sometime in the next fifty years, and b) reading a romance novel. I'm having a lot of trouble reading romance novels right now, and I must say that the drubbing that the agent who rejected me last week gave me is annoying me as I try to get into new books. She mainly critiqued my point-of-view switches and the fact that it was highly implausible that Amelia would wander around in her nightgown; and yet both the books that I've read so far on this trip feature similar POV switches and highly implausible behavior from both the hero and the heroine. So maybe I need a break from the romance genre altogether -- although if I don't get Madeleine and Ferguson together, ain't nobody going to get them together, so I need to get back on the writing train posthaste.
I leave you with a picture of me and Katie prior to the luau on Monday night. Tomorrow I'm getting a manicure and a pedicure, which is pretty much the extent of my exertions, before lying on the beach again the rest of the day. Goodnight!
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