I go back to an actual day job next week.
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This doesn’t fill me with great joy – although it’s fair to say, I’ve had an absolute blast writing Night’s Favour. I’ll talk a bit more about that later in the week though – this post is more about this week.
To whit: I’m packed to the gills with engagements and administrivia this week. It’s fortunate that I finished the edits yesterday; I’ve got to arrange to get the next manuscript out to Wave 2 of the beta readers over the next couple days. Today though, I’m having a break: I finished everything I wanted to achieve on my sabbatical, and that calls for a celebration of spending the day on the couch in my underwear.
…or whatever a day off means to you. To each, their own. In all seriousness though, I’m having the day off. I’ve started trying to get back into the regime of a working week – morning workouts, actually shaving daily, that kind of thing. I’m exhausted – all this getting up when it’s dark takes it out of a guy.
As a celebration for going back to work, I got myself some new kettlebells. These are a Russian torture device that I use for exercising. It’s doubly fortunate that I finished the edits yesterday because I can’t use my arms anymore anyway.