Didn’t write today.
Okay, I did some crit work, and correspondence, and got the car washed, and stuff like that.
But mostly, I took the day off. The Ogre and I drove down to Pescadero (in the Miata, top down, gorgeous day, scenic route) and had a late lunch at Duarte’s. Yum!!! And I brought delicious leftovers back for my dinner.
And now I’m going to lie down and read.
Yeah, life after novel-writing: it’s good. That is all.