I'm sitting here in the sunshine, knowing a major storm is moving this way, and telling myself that enjoying the rays is more important than working on taxes. Or my galley proofs. Or the next e-book. In reality, I have so many tasks on my To Do list that I fear I will never finish a book again--reading or writing one.
It's when I start feeling so overwhelmed with work that I fear my To Do list will fall over and crush me, that I get rebellious and quit doing any of the tasks. I just finished reading all my Rita books and I'm so jaded on romance that I'm looking longingly at a couple of YA books I got at the library. And really, as long as the turkey soup is cooking, I've done my job for the day, right?
Is anyone else feeling unaccountably buried in work these days? What is your escapist fantasy?
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