Right now, I'm coming off crickets.
Since my kids started school last fall, I self-published one book (an art project), wrote another book, and edited a third. And then in December, I took a break. Kind of a 'catch my breath during the holidays' sort of thing. If you want to know the truth, besides Christmas and everything, I spent most of that month vegging out on Skyrim. In case you haven't heard of it, it's the best damn video game of all time. For real. And it took me well into January to finish most everything. Then my birthday came, and my amazingly sweet and hot wife gave me a banjo. Because I just love the hell out of some Mumford & Sons.
So yeah, my 'holiday sabbatical' lasted until Valentine's day. And here's what I have to show for it:
No, I'm not done playing the banjo. I just feel like I've reached a sort of a hurdle. Confident enough to back off a bit and spend the bulk of my free time doing what I'm supposed to be doing: writerly stuff. Until summer, anyway. Cuz that's a whole new sabbatical.
