Work addict
So it was Friday that I finished the manuscript of book #2. Remember how excited I was to have time to relax? Chill out? Do fun things (and necessary things like buy groceries and clean my damn room)? Yes, well, guess where I found myself at 12:15 PM today? Um, in the library, researching a new project.
What is wrong with me?
Am I categorically incapable of not working (two jobs) for more than three days? It would appear so. But on the bright side I found the *best* quote ever for the new project.
And anyway it's twenty degrees outside and the sidewalks are frozen so it's not as though I can enjoy myself out of doors. If I'm going to be indoors why not have ten reference books at my elbow and be jotting notes? Doesn't that sound almost cozy? It does if you add cocoa (with Fluff).
Okay, yes, I'm crazy. I'm also a work addict. Are there steps for me? Preferably less than twelve. I don't really have time for twelve. I'm busy.