So, I've been doing that. Have a lovely Thanksgiving and managed to see or talk to via Skype most of the kids and grandkids. My brother called and I chatted with him and his wife for a bit. Went to see Red Dawn (loved it--much better than the original though it's still a story about war and people die in war) though what we wanted to see was the new James Bond film. Also saw Breaking Dawn 2.
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I've read two books and am three quarters of the way through a third. I'm getting ready to start on a fourth ebook. I have plans to go to two local book signings tomorrow and a dinner gathering of local authors.
Did way more than I have in the last several years by decorating the house for Christmas. I hate doing that alone, and this year I managed to get the hubby involved. It was fun again.
I have a confession to make. I'm getting antsy to edit. I find myself going to sleep or waking up with ideas. But I've got another WEEK.
I love being able to spend so much more time reading. But it's usually a guilty pleasure, and I can't quite shake that feeling I should be doing something else.
How do you handle the adjustment to a forced vacation from writing?