When I say vacation, what I really mean is a different type of work. There never seems to be the option for a genuine vacation, not like most people have. Though, I can’t imagine a trip to Disneyland to be much of a respite either.
This vacation was filled with lots and lots of gravel spreading. A wheelbarrow. A rake. Back-breaking work, but someone’s got to do it, right?
Despite being out in the sun all day, I still managed to get some writing/editing done. It’s amazing to me how difficult it is to stay on task and keep up a writing schedule for any length of time. If only I could reprogram my brain to see writing the same way I do a pepperoni pizza.
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