There's a weird kind of ennui that sets in after I send off a major project. All I want to do is crawl into the cocoon of my comforter and sleep until the next century. I just sent the draft of The Forbidden Phoenix to the publisher and now I have nothing immediate to do. There are a couple of pitches for novels that I need to work on, but I'm just too tired to even try to attempt them this week. I think part of my tiredness has to do with non-stop speaking engagements since the end of September. Still have more to come in November. I like doing the talks, but I'm too tired at the end of the day to switch tracks into writing mode. I think I'm going to have to lay low in December and try to get some rest. Oh wait, that's about when I'll get the notes for my fourth novel. I'll sleep when I'm dead.
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