A mini-vacation

You know, I love my husband. He’s a great guy. Right now, I’m mystery shopping a Hotel That Must Not Be Named. 2 days in a resort, no kids, just me and my laptop. Such hardship. I don’t know how I stand it, sitting by the pool and determining if I’m being treated well by staff members. The best part is, I can completely trust him to look after the kids. There are some husbands who just wouldn’t be so cooperative. I’m very lucky.

I finished my latest book yesterday. I’m letting it rest for a bit so I can clear the cobwebs from my brain. Then I’ll start working on the revisions. I think they’ll be fairly minor this time since I was much better about trusting my gut instincts and stopping when I felt like I was taking a wrong plot turn.

I used to feel guilty when I took a day off to plot instead of write. It was as if I was somehow wasting time. Now I’ve learned that it’s part of my process. That way, when I *do* know where the plot is taking me, I can plow my way forward and churn out 10 pages a day. This is the fastest I’ve ever finished a book, and I fully believe it’s because I stopped along the way to figure out what I was doing.

Okay, gotta get back to work. Staying in a resort is just so exhausting. I think I may have to go find a pool boy to rub my shoulders or something. (And to my husband, if you’re reading this–No, honey, I’m not serious. I would never do that!)