I’ve basically been one big ball of stress for weeks now.  Mostly that has to do with the day job: a lot of problems with the new system plus having to constantly play catch up equals long hours and a constant level of tension as we all try to deal with it.  In some ways, it’s getting better as we work through all of that.  In other ways, it seems to be getting worse.  I don’t know what’s what anymore, and I go in every day not knowing exactly when I’ll get to leave again and just constantly reminding myself I need to get through one task at a time.

So.  Yeah.  Stress.

So as you can imagine, that hasn’t been the most conducive to writing.  I haven’t gotten much on the page the last few weeks.  I think that things are finally settling a bit a work now and I might actually get to leave on time, or at least a more decent hour, and that means I can actually get some writing done in the evenings.  More than that, it means I can take some time off.

Which I’ve done.  My vacation time starts in a week and a half, and I’ve take four whole days bracketing a weekend.  And not only have I taken the days off from work, I’ve also book a couple of them away a nice little B and B.  And I’m going by myself, to relax, decompress, rejuvenate, and write.  No agenda.  No schedule.  Just me, doing as I please when I feel like it…if I feel like it.

I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’m looking forward to it.