You hate me. OK. Anyway.
We stayed in my friend Emily's family beach house, which was amaze-face. It was not near the beach, not a mile from the beach. It was ON the beach like white on rice. Activities included this:
What there was none of was writing. (Wow, what a miserable sentence.) Actually, although I posted that picture of majesty involving the Jackie Collins novels, there wasn't much reading, either. I basically turned my brain off, and I'm here to tell you IT IS THE WAY TO GO.
This week, having sent off my latest round of novel edits, I got to work on novel two, as yet unnamed. It felt weird to not be working on a book, and regardless of what happens to novel one, I'm going to need to write something else eventually. And here's what I've come to realize through the years about writing: IT'S SUPER FUN! I got about 2,000 words down in two days, and I'm really excited to keep going. I think I owe it all to being refreshed and doing a lot of this the weekend before:
Way. To. Go.