I finished revisions on my next book for Loose Id yesterday, one day early, after sweating it hard all week. So I took today off. No writing, no revising, and no reading for critique. It's been wonderful! I ran errands.
Yes, it's come to that. Grocery shopping has become a big treat.
It was nice to spend all day out and about, catching up on a bunch of stuff I've been putting off, like getting my bike looked at and stopping by my local indie to sign some copies of the other project. While I was at Book Beat, I picked up a copy of
The Unstrung Harp by Edward Gorey. It's about Mr. Earbrass, who writes novels.
I love Gorey, and Mr. Earbrass's uniformly horrified expression throughout does rather sum things up nicely.
Except not always. Sometimes, like yesterday, you actually feel satisfied with what you've done, and that tints everything such a lovely shade that picking up milk feels like a holiday.
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