Three weeks vacation. Unpaid, but vacation nonetheless. Of these three weeks, I’ll get two days to spend writing. Before vacation I had visions of an entire week spent intensely focused on getting this novel done. But life goes how it goes, and I get two days. While I know that if I looked on the bright side of life, I should be happy and satisfied with what works out. I’m disappointed all the same.
Here’s to making the best of things and shedding self-pity!