No Break

 Back east there is snow and ice.  We have wind.  It is scary watching the tall trees in the yard bending and blowing.  We have a tree trimmer scheduled, but he was booked until later in January.

DEATH AMONG THE STITCHES is out in the world and the manuscript for MURDER BY THE HOOK is with my editor.  He said I wouldn't get it back  for a couple of weeks.  So, I thought I would take a break from writing.  

I didn't take any pages to work on when we went to Disneyland to see the last of the holiday decorations.  I have to say seeing Santa in the Christmas parade seemed kind of off.  I thought it would have been better to have a big sign on his seat and say something like Gone Back to the North Pole.  

When I came home to a backed up kitchen sink and my husband having dropped a chopstick down his bathroom sink when he tried to fish out a top of something he had dropped in the drain, it was okay to dedicate the next day to dealing with the plumber and taking care of Jakey who had an extra day off from school before the end of his holiday break.

And then the plumbing stuff was taken care of and Jakey went back to school and I had some time to drink my morning coffee without feeling like I had to rush and do anything.  I started thinking about the next Yarn Retreat book.  Why not toss around some ideas. And then they began to tumble out and I scribbled down notes.  I didn't want to really start on the book until I am done with MURDER BY THE HOOK and it is ready for publication, but it seemed okay to work on a synopsis of the next Yarn Retreat book.

Then I realized that as much as I think I  want to take a break from writing, I really don't.    

I wrote the above early, but the world has turned since then. At least in the Los Angeles area.  The wind got worse and started wildfires.  There was one and then there were four.  It was worrisome enough that we had stuff packed up by the door in case we had to leave suddenly.