I made it two full days of having nothing to do but laze around and reread my old works. Then, I started a new project.
I really must be some sort of crazy, because I hadn’t planned on starting this project until May at least. It is not May. Nor is it anywhere near May. I should be taking the time to recoup after dealing with this MSc. I should be relaxing and gathering my head together to figure out how exactly I’m going to go about the next stages of life. I should be doing many of these things.
Instead, I wrote the prologue for the first book in a series. Granted, I only wrote the prologue, but still.
On the other hand, this is going to be my life for a goodly long while. I’m going to be a writer. So I might as well write.
I guess I’m not really cut out for vacations.