So I did a little "doing nothing" escapade today and promised to keep you posted on the progress. I can tell you this.
I loved getting out of the house. I honestly tried to do nothing. I ended up spending the day hunting for a little white dress (already have a little black one) and meeting people.
There you see Joe whom I met on the bus. He is a retired lawyer and he told me lots of life wisdoms, including this one: "Be very good at what you do." I met Joyce at Chanel boutique who let me try on all the dresses they had and told me to come back (and I will, to do research for SEAMSTRESS, a novel about a girl who turns into people whose clothes she copies). I also told her I'll be a bestselling author soon and filthy rich, so of course I will come back.
But now the escapade is over, and I'm home, and typing this story up feels so natural, I don't ever want to leave home again. I know. I'm hopeless.
Tomorrow back to work, meaning, prepping books for publishing and whatnot.
Onward. (But I so bloody want a little white dress!!!)