It’s Friday. How odd.
My brain doesn’t know how to handle this vacation thing. It did as much as possible, and now it’s staring off into the middle distance, going “Errr…should we…y’know… be DOING something?”
I have vacation guilt. I am trying to let the ol’ brain settle before whipping it back into art mode–cons are rough on it, and burnout is a real danger through this stretch–but mostly I stare into space and go “Man, I am accomplishing NOTHING.” Then I feel guilty.
I did write nearly 4K words today on this story I’ve been kicking around. I’m trying to do a thousand a day, just to see if I can get anything out of it–a thousand’s not too much, between blog and forum posts I probably do that daily anyway–so that’s something, anyway.
Maybe I need a new video game.