I love that expression. It’s just so, well, expressive. You KNOW how someone feels when they say that.
I finished the book – semi-final read, everything – Tuesday night at 11:37 PM. It will sit and percolate for two weeks and then I’ll format the manuscript for my editor and send it off to New York. It’s due on November 15th, so I’m right on schedule. I always try to finish a book a month early so I have that time to distance myself from it. I will do one final read – on my Kindle. It’s amazing what you’ll “see” when you go back and read something after a break.
This book won’t be out until July, 2018. It’s called To Love a Duchess and it’s one of the hardest books I’ve ever written – right up there with Tapestry. Not because of Flash, but because of the heroine and what she’s gone through. It’s very emotional.
I can make myself cry by writing. Isn’t that the oddest thing? If I’m coping well with something I can induce my tears by writing about it. Words have always had an emotional pull on me.
Anyway, I’ve been basically exhausted ever since Tuesday night. I have not done anything of value since then. I’m starting to edit a book on Monday but until then I’m just vegging. Vegging defined: watching TV, taking naps (lots of them), dusting without any energy whatsoever. I did the laundry and I did it in slow motion. The word languid pretty much describes my forward motion.
How do you veg? What exhausts you?