NOT.
Seriously, this is probably the first time in ten years that I haven't had to do some major painting job while everybody else is drinking beer beside some tent or pool or freshly-caught fish. Though as luck would have it, I would be happier slaving over a hot manuscript as drinking beer any old place.
Spending the weekend with one of my best friends is even better than working on the book, however, and it couldn't come at a better time because if I don't have some jolt to push my focus back to my real life very soon, my house (or, at least, all the dust bunnies therein) will fall down around my ears.
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