I’m seriously in need of a break. Luckily, I’ve got one coming up. Last night I was editing a few pages I’d written during the day, and I closed down without saving. Hit “no,” by accident. First time I’ve done that in ages. I nearly had a breakdown; this was the last straw. I’ve had too much on lately, stressing about loved ones who are ill, and other stuff behind the scenes. Things have been going incredibly slowly with my WiP, mostly because it’s the biggest, most complex book I’ve ever written, with murder, mayhem, magic, lust, war, romance, gay rights, you name it, and it’s a an ancient world fantasy setting. Can we say mega world building? Gah. So, after I got over the hair-tearing incident following the loss of the edits, I announced “to hell with it all, we're going away in 3 days, and I’m leaving you behind.” (Pointing at the laptop with a stern expression.) And that’s when I realised it’s been too long. LOL
Far too long. 16 months ago we had 4 days in Wales. 12 months before that a week in the Med. I didn’t take the laptop to Wales, but I did take it to the Med. Actually, Mark had already told me (in no uncertain terms) there would be no laptop on this holiday, but this was my surrender. Yes, folks, it’s been that crazy. I’ve got something like a dozen publications coming out over the next year to show for it, but…it’s time. We’ve had a couple of nights away for gigs and stuff, but I think next weeks sojourn in the south is well overdue. I reckon I’ll just sit in the hotel and stare at the walls, cup of tea in one hand, glass of wine in the other. LOL That would be good, although I hope I get beyond that and have some fun. Heh, you know it. ;-)
I'll be talking about getting an agent later today, in the Wednesday writing slot.