Like many, this is the last day of my vacation. Mine was a whole summer. Loved it. Part of me feels like I could keep on going this way. On the other hand, I doubt that I would be happy never writing again. And since I don’t have years and years to go, it wouldn’t be wise to keep vacationing.
So tomorrow I’ll get up to the sound of an alarm clock and get back into my daily groove. Yes, I know, it’s not that daily. I take my days off. If Friday brings a movie for an adult I’ll probably go. Which will make it a 3 day week. We all know how much I love my 3 day weeks.
I’ll start my short story. I’m nervous about it because it’s not my preferred form. I’ve only had three shots at stories. Yes, I sold them all. John Baker says his always took him longer than he anticipated. I hope that’s not true for me because I do want to get back to my novel.
I’m sure I won’t be able to write it in three days, but maybe I’ll get a first draft. I don’t look forward to it but I don’t dread it either.
I have my opening line. How hard could it be?