It's 8:23am on the first out of two days off in a row. I have no idea what to do with myself, and am feeling a little flat.
NaNo is done! Woo! But the book isn't, and I still have to edit book one. But, I just spent a month SOOOO focused on this that the last thing I actually want to do is write. I wonder if that makes me a bad person. Obi is pushing for me to keep up the trend of writing every day, because he knows I benefit from a good shove in the right direction, and he's only asking 500 words per day, which is a cakewalk honestly. But still. I have so much free time it's just ugh but the idea of actually using it to do this? *Sigh*

*Restless* Well, if all else fails there's a stack of dishes waiting for me.