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Taking a planned break is so much different from HAVING to take a break.

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.



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