For the first time in two years, I don't have a crushing deadline. I didn't take a break after the first book, choosing instead to jump straight into the second one. The second book came with two riders that I hadn't planned on initially, but couldn't refuse once they were offered.
Tomorrow, I do the headshots for a video. Two hours of work, and I'm done. Completely done.
I don't have another proposal out. I don't have another huge project looming. There is nothing on my calendar but paydays and birthdays, and one cruise in January.
I don't know what to do with myself.