I’ve got that itchy under my skin, restlessness that drives me insane. I’m dying to create. I want to dive in and write something, anything. The problem is I can’t. *sigh* At least not yet. I have too much other stuff to do. I went to Office Depot this morning after running the kids to the dentist. I love my Office Depot girl. She rocks. I had her print and fold the booklets for our Writeminded promo excerpt ARCs. So now I have to hole punch and put them all together. Thank God we’re only doing 250. I think I did something like 1200 for RT between the Samhain ones and the ones for my Berkley book.

So I have that to do. I also have to finish laundry and pack a week’s worth of clothes for three kids. Then I have to drive them to my dad’s on Saturday. Oh and then of course I have to pack all MY shit for nationals. I can’t believe A. it’s next week and B. that I’m still so calm about it. I still have some shopping to do and I hate shopping. There’s nothing worse.

But the cool thing? I get to hang out with some of my favorite people on earth next week. So it can’t be all bad. If worse comes to worse I can either retreat to the bar or hole up in a room somewhere and dish.

Man oh man do I want to be writing though…it’s been awhile since I had such a desire and love for writing and it feels so damn good to get that feeling back. I go to bed at night with scenes playing out in my head. I dream about storylines. I get up and can’t wait to get to my laptop. THAT is what writing is all about and it’s been two years since I felt that way about my job.