Yesterday I spent most of my time working on a new story. It's the longest piece I've ever done in one fell swoop. It was mentally exhausting, but in a very good way.
Today I need to leave it sit and ripen and so I'm doing physical things like rearranging bookshelves - something I've been meaning to do for a couple of months.
I love doing heavy manual labor jobs. Am famous for doing things the hard way, like turning over the soil in my garden with a shovel rather than a tiller (okay, we have used one to break ground). This year I'm hoping to build myself a tiny writing cabin not too far from the tree here - a yellow birch - we've named it "elbow tree."
So, time to get my ass away from this computer for a bit.