And...the worst part about going on vacation is coming back to that mammoth pile of work that makes you wonder why the hell you ever thought it was a good idea to leave in the first place. It is there that my current job is both similar to and the opposite of those periods of indentured servitude. I mean, my previous jobs.
I've reached a point with my writing where it's becoming a demanding job. (And I love it, love it, LOVE IT) There are deadlines (plural! How cool is that!). There are edits, galley copies, and forms. So, it came as no surprise when, while I was on vacation with my parents over the last couple of weeks, the work didn't exactly go into suspended animation. Edits came in for two books due out this summer. A galley copy wandered through. A completed-but-unedited manuscript did not, in spite of my pleas, edit itself.
And it was ALL still waiting when I sat down at my desk to return to my usual work schedule. It's taken three solid days to get caught up, but you know what? I couldn't be happier. I fucking love this job, and even when I'm up to my ass in work, and I can't wander off to do something more fun (like actual writing), I wouldn't trade it for the world. Any of it.
So, now that I'm caught up with edits and paperwork, I get to jump back into the really fun stuff. I'm currently outlining a couple of books, and haven't yet settled on which one I'm working on next. I'll Show You Mine is one I'd started before vacation, but I've got a couple of others that are being seriously vocal, so it might have to wait a little while. Looks like I'm going to dip into some different subgenres fairly soon instead of just contemporary romances, so keep an eye out for updates when I finish and sell those.
Now...back to work! But first, here's some Leto loveliness:

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