Every time I get near the end of a book, I freeze. My husband, the cowboy, has to assure me that yes, I will finish the damn book. And I will be mostly on time.
He gently leads me back to the manuscript and away from my casino slot games, reminding me of my task.
And each time, I hate him for it.
But today, since the book is in my gentle editor’s hands, and she’s even confirmed it’s receipt, I am feeling a little less animosity toward my true partner in crime. By the end of the week, I will have forgotten all about it. Until I start writing the end of the next book.
So, yes, I’m done. My plans for this week are to take it easy, finish a short, write two blogs (one you’re reading), and dig into the edits for my agent on my new series proposal. Oh, and I have a library event on Thursday. Easy peasy, right?
My accountability partner said for a week off, I’ve got a lot of work packed in there. For me, it’s hard to slam on the brakes and take some time off. I’m trying though.
This weekend it’s all about spring cleaning. Do I know how to party or what?
Then next week, I return to South Cove to see what Jill and the gang have been up too. It’s been a while, and I’m missing my imaginary friends.
How do you relax? I admit, I need some pointers.
Oh, and if you want to get an early copy of Tea Cups and Carnage, Kensington has a giveaway going on over on Goodreads. Ends April 13th.