We’re leaving on vacation tomorrow morning. I suppose I should finish packing, but my brain is moving a mile a minute and I’m thinking about all the things I still need to do that have nothing to do with getting ready for holiday. Fortunately, we’re going on a cruise to the western Caribbean, so wardrobe doesn’t matter much—shorts, t-shirts, and swim trunks are just about all I’ve packed. Unfortunately (sort of), it’s a gay tour group, which means they’ll all probably be more fashionable than me. This does not take much, mind you.
What I’m really looking forward to? The two days spent at sea. No cell phone, no email, no Internet (yes, the ship has wireless, but at the price of a king’s ransom, I’m content to do without). I’m bringing my laptop with me (yes, really) and hoping to do some writing.
And boy, do I have a lot of writing to do. I’ve been struggling for the past week or so with a ghost story that I’ve finally finished (pending feedback from my ever-reliable beta reader whose first name starts with an apostrophe). I’m going to completely miss the deadline on another call for submissions. I’m saddened, but I’m also keeping my eye on another deadline on the horizon: the next book, which, now that I’ve finished with the ghost story, I’m turning back to.
I have a lot of work ahead of me, moreso than I can do in those two days at sea, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.