First, a happy note for the day: THE LOST RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS has just gone into an 8th printing! Thanks to you guys. I’m so thrilled.
Anyone who has ever written had to work to deadline knows the giddy feeling that arrives just afterward. I mailed the new book to my agent and editor last Friday, collapsed on Saturday and watched many episodes of Brothers and Sisters back to back, and yesterday did my spiritual activies (including Nia), and went to the movies with CR and Miles. (STAR TREK–and even better than I’d been hearing. Fun, fun, fun!)
The book is not entirely finished of course–this is just round one. Now everyone will read the book and make comments, suggestions, and as my brain clears, I know from experience that I will think of things I want to improve, or remember threads that I’ve dropped. The recipes are still in progress; I ran out of time to test before mailing and have a few that are not quite where I want them to be. And then there will be copy edits and galleys and we should be getting art fairly soon (as the book will be out in January).
But today, I’ve been working such a long time that I’m sort of lost over what to do with myself today. Putter? Sleep? Clean my disaster of an office? Read all day? Eventually, I suppose I should return the wretchedly overdue library books (please tell me I’m not alone on my bad habit of running up library fines!). Maybe I’ll just lie on the sofa and daydream.
I’ll have to get back to work soon enough. What do you do with a vacation day?