Done…(for now)

Well, I’ve finished this go-around with The Big Muckle.  Phew!  I’m really tired, but glad too. 

I know I was talking about taking a couple of days off, before diving in to the rewrite of my YA novel, but right now I’m thinking more along the lines of taking the rest of January and all of February off.  I have several book visits in February as well as my birthday and my beloved daughter, Emily coming for a visit.  So it would be nice to do those things without having another book crowding up my head.

Not only that, February is a short month and I think I need to recuperate, go for long walks with my dog, cook yummy food.  I’d like to allow myself the luxury of indulging in the comfort of tucking away with a little stash of candy and losing myself in this stack of unread books that have built up to a frightening mound by the bed.

It’s been awhile since I’ve had time for myself.  I think I shall take it.  Maybe I’ll even take March off as well!  We’ll see. 

I always have grand plans when I finish a project, but after a week or so of revelling in glorious nothingness...I find myself getting a little bored.  Antsy.  Like I’ve left something undone.  Don’t feel complete.  I wish I could putter around with my projects, not get so driven, take my time.  But I can’t.  It’s like once I dive into a project, it takes a hold of me and I find that I start working longer and longer hours until by the end, I’m spending my whole day at the keyboard and within a blink of the eye, it’s night again and I never even left the house.

Don and Will are downstairs playing air-hockey.  I can tell because I can hear the faint clatter of the puck being slammed across the table, and I think Will is wining because, Don is yelling, “Ahhh!” Way more often than my son.  The puck noise is way, way faster than last night when Will played with me.  So, he must have been going soft on me.  That’s rather humbling, seeing as how, he won 3 out of 3 games, by a large margin.  I used to be quite the air-hockey demon.  Hmm...it’s interesting getting old.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, January 15, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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