With Book 3, Touch, out with beta readers, I decided to take a break from writing till I get their feedback. Kind of a re-charging thing. Only its a lot harder to do than I thought. Last Monday was my first "day off". I blogged that day so still writing. Still book related.
Tuesday I went to the mall to run errands, reaffirming how much I hate shopping. I don't even remember what I was looking for, but I didn't find it and the whole thing was a ginormous waste of time.
Wednesday I got a haircut. Also a waste of time, but necessary.
Thursday I broke down and started a new book - an idea I've been tossing around for a while that I was itching to flesh out. I told my husband about it on the way to the airport Saturday. He thinks it sounds pretty dark and he's probably right. That'll be part of the "fleshing" - finding something redeeming in the story. It felt good to be doing something. I really don't like the guilty feeling of not writing during what's supposed to be my writing time.
Friday was a complete washout work-wise. I spent my whole writing time cleaning up the pig-sty that was my house, doing laundry and packing for Saturday. I felt amazingly saner with all that done.
And this weekend was something special. One of my oldest friends got married in DC. All of my high school BFFs were there, many of whom I hadn't seen or talked to in more than ten years. I wrote a whole big long blog post about it, then decided it just sounded cheesy. So I'll post the then and now photos instead and just say it was a great time.
And then the bed broke.