On strike

There was a point today when it became clear the only thing to do what give it up. I had lunch with my editor, I hadn't seen her in a while, but I hadn't slept, and, well, I have no writing project, so, ya know. (She's amazing, she works for another publishing house, and I honestly don't know what I'll do once I have another book in hand. Contracts, etc. But I know where my heart is!)

Then, running errands. Then, too tired, falling apart. Then, relaxing. Nothing else to do!