I’m trying to get my brain into gear for a return to QWC today and my brain is not terribly interested in complying.
The last month has been remarkably pleasant, possibly the longest period I’ve had off work since I actually went out and got a job with a regular pay cheque, and I find myself slightly miffed at the thought of having to go deal with other writers problems instead of my own. It will wear off once I get there. Possibly after I clear out the terrifying amount of email that has backed up over my month-long absence.
Naturally, hitting the end of the holidays mean I’ve suddenly started doing all the things that I meant to at the beginning. Yearly budget. Yearly plan. Sudden bursts of writing productivity after weeks of letting things lie fallow while I binged on a bunch of Netflix shows. I’m not quite caught up with things, but I’m closer than I expected to be this time last week.
Off to write things now so I can justify being up this early.