So I have a day off from my job that pays for my writing (a tragic, yet necessary, aspect of modern writing for many). Usually, that would mean a day to write... but today, I'm packing up a few games and heading into Toronto.
On the one hand, I feel weird about this... I have time off, I should be writing!
On the other hand, I deserve some time off occasionally... right? Hmmm. I wonder.
ANYway! Finished my first chapter of the new novel (well, finished the first draft), hoping to get the 2nd chapter mostly finished tonight on my return... see, even when I'm not writing, I'm thinking about writing.