Dear Internet, I am never doing three books in one year again.

In case you’re wondering, YES I am thrilled about not being on book deadline anymore.  I mean, like, so thrilled that I’ve been able to answer some email I had backlogged from APRIL that I never returned, and to get an actual manicure, and to go to Pilates class and read a book that’s not for "research purposes."  Yeah, that’s right.  The sweet smell of free time.   It’s like I’ve been given a new lease on life– a new lease that includes lunchdates, and finishing up projects I started at the beginning of the year, and ACTUAL WEEKENDS.   I seriously feel like a 400-pound weight has been lifted off my back.   Bear in mind, I’m still doing my full-time job, and two freelance gigs, and I still feel this way.  So, I’m pretty sure I went a little nuts with the workaholism, and now I’m back. BACK!

By the way, I also want to take this moment to say NO, I AM NOT DOING NANOWRIMO, because are you kidding me?   There is no way I’m writing a totally new novel in November, even though I have one on the back burner that could probably use some fleshing out.  No, no, no, nope! 

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