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A forced vacation

Somebody said once that writers never take time off – you’re in the queue at the supermarket, and you’re mentally working on something… ruminating a plot point, stealing a snippet of eavesdropped conversation for recycling in your work in progress, considering what chances are for your next submission.
A vacation – that in my case might mean, sitting in the shade in my courtyard, with a bowl of ice cream and a good book – is not different – that good book I’d be reading? It’s still part of the learning process, still a source of ideas, or a sample of someone’s writing I admire, and I’d like to be able to emulate.
When you make a living writing, your brain never lets up.

And yet…

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Five days vacation

Screenshot from 2018-10-26 20-21-41I’ve been a little more under the weather than usual these last two weeks. Bad health, insomnia, a lot of stuff to do, stories to write, trying to pay the bills.
The usual stuff.
But right now is Friday night, October the 26th.
There’s a payment on its way to my bank.
I have submitted four short stories in this month, to four different projects.
I’m 1500 words away from closing a novelette.
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