Taking the week off was good. I'm going to get a little work done on the next book now, before something else shows up, but probably not terribly much. It occurred to me last night that we're very close to one year since I got the initial offer. It seems a lot longer than that, but the calendar says different. And it's just under a year until the book is actually out.
This is why I have trouble blogging. I don't have anything to say. Guess what? I still hate my job. I don't know why I have so much trouble being happy. I want to get to the next level, just like I did last level, and the level before. I still want to be better than I am. I still expect too much of other people. I still have friends all over the place, except for where I am. I still hardly ever talk to the friends I do have in the area.
So anyway. More work on the next book tonight.