It's been a rough week about to get rougher. I go on holiday starting this Sunday, and everyone's suddenly realized that there's work they'd like me to do.
I like the work. I appreciate the work. Heck, in this economy, I need the work.
But I've been waiting for this holiday for so long. I've been working 18-hour days, seven days a week, simply so that I could take this holiday. So I'm going to take it. No matter what.
In the meantime, I realize that my fiction is suffering. I'm going to make some extra effort today. I've decided that all I need to do is touch my 20% by Sunday. Doesn't matter if I do it in a day or in four. But I'm going to finish off those last 3,000 words. Some way, somehow.
Wish me luck!
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