So, the book is off to the editor and I have done jack since hitting send on the email. I mean, nothing. Shower, okay, eat, sure. Sleep, a little. Other than that, NOPE! Not doing it.
The difference between this break and the one I had to take a few months ago is: I can tell you my name. I can actually enjoy not doing anything. It’s a choice this time, not a “Take a break or end up a bubbling, idiot mess locked away in a psych ward in a straight jacket.”
I’m really liking this taking a break thing. But soon, it’ll be time to get back at it.