The car is packed, the house is clean (mostly), and we have enough food to last us until August. Today is the day we leave on vacation. I’m so looking forward to it and not only because I desperately need a break from the love hate relationship I currently have with my Novel.
I do have a new idea (new book) I’m looking forward to exploring while I’m gone, though I feel terribly guilty about it. As if I was cheating on my spouse or had a separate, secret set of children. Do others feel this way?