I Shouldn't Be Writing This...

So we load ourselves onto the Grandeur of the Seas for a five-day ride to Bermuda and I'm told, leave the writing life behind. You're on vacation. I guess "vacation" is the Swahili word for "Stop doing the stuff you love to do" but I love my loved ones, so I comply.

Day 1 - I notice that the ship has a little library and I pick up a book at random. Reading qualifies as relaxing, right? Only I can't get into it. No, more accurately I can't let it go. The writing is awful. How in the world did anything I've done get rejected when garbage like THIS gets published by a major publisher?

STOP IT! YOU'RE HEAR TO RELAX.!

Okay.

Day 2 - Floating weightless in the hot tub. This is the life! What a beautiful day! I love the feel of the sun on my skin. Of course, I didn't think about sun tan lotion to block the harmful rays. Say... skin cancer. That's it! That minor villain needs a motivation to finish his scheme early. I can give him skin cancer! Then...

STOP IT! YOU'RE HERE TO RELAX!

Okay.

Day 3 - I think I'm finally into it. A nice long walk in Bermuda. Visiting shops with my favorite people in the world. a leisurely ferry ride. A couple of take-home gifts. dancing! goofy games. See? they were so wrong. Writers CAN relax.

Can't wait to blog about this!