Okay, so I’m not REALLY going on vacation. There are things you can’t do when you are basically the only person who does your job, taking days off is one of those. I haven’t really had a full-blown vacation in almost four years. That being said, I’m actually taking one day off this week. Yep, just hanging. They can spare me for one day. I would say that I was doing laundry, but the part for the washer hasn’t come yet and I haven’t gotten in there to fix it.
The vacation I’m really talking about, besides the one day, is from writing for a couple of days. I’m worn out and my mind is filled with all kinds of ideas, but since I just submitted my second novella yesterday and I haven’t even gotten my first round of edits on the first one, Our Hearts (coming soon to a digital outlet near you), I kind of need a mental break. I write all the time for work and sometimes, when my mind is to the breaking point, the words are bad and not even worth having put on paper.
I know, I know, you are supposed to write everyday. I didn’t say I wasn’t writing at all. There are still journals that I keep for myself and for my kids to have after I’m gone. I’m making sure to write something, maybe even a short poem, in them, but I’m not working on Before Deadlines, my first novella in the Sagebridge series, until my mind can clear a little more. I need to part the fog and finish up some assignments before I get there.
So here is to my mental vacation, of sorts. I hope you all are enjoying some sort of vacation, whether it’s putting your toes in the sand or sleeping in on a Monday morning. I know I will enjoy having a weekend that doesn’t require me to work for six hours on Sunday, which hasn’t happened in almost seven years.
Until next time, snuggle up with a good book and sleep in!