Weekend \o/
Time used to have meaning, but not so much anymore.
I actually didn't mean to retire - I just meant to leave my office job and stay home while the plague swarmed over us, maybe get back to writing full time and put out some new books. What actually happened is a lot of de-stressing, re-stressing, non-writing guilt, regular garden variety guilt, and a quick left turn into taking classes to keep my mind of melting. Oh, and I think I spent a year reading thousands upon thousands of words of Harry Potter fanfic. Now I'm reading Hannibal fanfic at much the same rate.
I'm taking two classes at the design and craft college in my town, learning to create sewing patterns for clothes that will actually fit me. It's a ton of fun, but I'm super out of the rhythm of deadlines. I'm also learning to play the cello, and I'm taking an online class in ink making. Because why not? My mother is in despair, but I'm not sure why. I suspect she had hopes that I'd eventually become a person with focus, but I have the ADHD drugs to prove that THAT isn't terribly likely.
I am writing, though, finally, but it's not romance (at least, not on purpose. There's a side character I'm keeping an eye on because he could slide that way if I let him.). The two major projects in the works at the moment at a very long story about (and with) magic and scholarship, and an equally long and involved adventure/thriller tale. I have no expectations that either of them will go anywhere, but I'm having fun with them.
So. Who's watching what these days? Who can discuss Hannibal meta with me? :D