Too much of a good thing?
Okay, so remember how enamored I was of my freedom?
I have a confession.
I have no idea what to do with myself for hours if not write.
Yup.
A little over 36 hours into my freedom from writing binge and I find myself thinking about book #3.
I have to remind myself that in less than a week I'll have to polish and scrub book #2.
It's not asif I don't have a day job.
When did I become so utterly incapable of slacking?