My brain doesn't know how to handle this vacation thing. It did as much as possible, and now it's staring off into the middle distance, going "Errr...should we...y'know... be DOING something?"
I have vacation guilt. I am trying to let the ol' brain settle before whipping it back into art mode--cons are rough on it, and burnout is a real danger through this stretch--but mostly I stare into space and go "Man, I am accomplishing NOTHING." Then I feel guilty.
I did write nearly 4K words today on this story I've been kicking around. I'm trying to do a thousand a day, just to see if I can get anything out of it--a thousand's not too much, between blog and forum posts I probably do that daily anyway--so that's something, anyway.
Maybe I need a new video game.