So the other day I looked up from my computer and asked my husband Matt, "Did we have winter already?"
And he was all like, "Yeah, honey, it's spring now."
See, I've been writing a lot of books the past six months. And by a lot, I mean three. And while I'm not nearly done editing them, I just finished the rough draft of the third and final one yesterday. (What are they, you ask? One is UNWANTEDS book 3, one is my book in the INFINITY RING series which you can read about in USA Today, and the third one? Is top secret. Hee.)
There's still a TON of work that needs to happen on all three, but there's something so awesome about getting to the end of a book and figuring out just what that last line will be. Never mind all the mess that lies between the first line and the last line. We'll get to that. But yesterday, in celebration, I went out. All by myself. Not on tour, or to anything author related. I went to the gourmet market and had a blast.
This is the glamorous life of an author. For the first time in about six months, I had all the time in the world to look at produce. I was not there to research or to speak or work, I was there with a different hat on, a hat I hadn't tried on in a long time. I wandered around just looking at all the beautifully colored fruits and vegetables, from brilliant red peppers to deep purple eggplant. I bought five absolutely gorgeous avocados. I bought some fresh shrimp, and some manchego cheese, and some marcona almonds, and some beautiful salami and a freshly baked baguette, and some shallots, and limes and some root-looking vegetables I saw on a cooking show once but have never tried, and now I can't remember what they're called so I can't even look them up to see how to prepare them. Ha! But it was SO. MUCH. FUN.
Now, I'm wondering. What do you like to do for fun when you get that feeling of relief after you've finally made it to the end of a long, arduous task?