I might have mentioned this before, but I do like Mondays.
Monday always feels so full of possibilities.
After reading my blog, yesterday, several of you suggested that perhaps I needed a day off. Well, you might have been right. I didn’t mean to take yesterday off, but that’s what happened. I enjoyed it. I did nothing of any value whatsoever, except put a smile on the husband’s face by tracking down and sending him a groovy Youtube link, and I went to bed easy of mind and light heart.
I didn’t sleep, of course, but that’s another story.
Today, I feel ready for anything, which is just as well, because there is much to do.
This week, I’d like to plan several short stories, and another possible collaboration with the husband. I also need to talk to my lovely agent about the edits I’ve already done to “Naming Names”, about what’s next for the novel, and about the other projects I have in mind. I also have to sell my lovely agent on the idea for the next novel, which I’m now absolutely falling over myself to begin.
Add to that some trip-planning, and a couple of appointments that must be scheduled, and the housekeeping will be taken care of and I can get onto the real work.
This weeks ‘real work’ is the final three chapters in a long-running serialised novel that the husband and I have been working on for a year. It’s been a lot of fun, and I wouldn’t have missed out on the experience for anything, which is why I plan to do it again in the not too distant future.
This is my rare opportunity to pick up strands and work to a fairly predetermined plot. It’s rather liberating, in it’s own way, and besides, I get to write about elves. How cool is that?