Rhymes with raaaant...
So I came home a week or two ago from a lovely Spain vacation refreshed, renewed, rejuvenated.
Well, in theory, anyway.
I complained to my sister about trying to get back into the swing of things after my trip. I said "When you don't cook and clean for 12 days..." and she finished with, "...it changes you."
That's it. In a nutshell.
Now can I rant (to myself) a moment about my novel and its lack of being finished? Yeah, that novel. The one that should have been sitting on an editor's desk yesterday (of last year) because I keep hearing stories in the news that match the subject of my book and yet its not done. Last night, my husband and I were watching CNN (the horrific bullying story that has hit the fan) and he said, "You would be interviewed on CNN if your book was published."
(Basically, as of right now, the blurb on my book would read It's a lot of words all together in a row.)
I think I just need a good dose of cooking and cleaning and I'll be back to normal.
As for the novel... I'm on a strict no sleeping, no eating, no breathing, no reading (that last one will be difficult) till it is DONE! No exercising either because, well, that's been consuming so much of my time of late. (J/K ;D)
[Other actual rants have been edited out of this blog. It was theraputic to express them, but I'm better now.]