Between Books

<FONT id=role_document face=Arial color=#000000 size=2> <DIV>&nbsp;</DIV> <DIV>I finished the final read-through of the manuscript for Rogue's Salute yesterday.&nbsp; The corrections will still have to be transferred to the computer--since they were done with a red pen, scribbling directly on the pages--but I'm basically&nbsp;finished with this book.&nbsp; I&nbsp;don't have to&nbsp;start the next one for several weeks, not until the proposal for it has been written and approved, so that means I'm between books.&nbsp;&nbsp;This is always a funny position.&nbsp; On the one hand, I'm giddy with relief&nbsp;to have&nbsp;Nicholas's story out of the way after months of intense concentration on it.&nbsp; On the other,&nbsp;I'm all "discombobulated" as my dad used to say,&nbsp;at loose ends.&nbsp; There are always a bazillion things that need doing--shopping, organizing in the house, working in&nbsp;my flower garden, things I've put off while in the final stages of the book--but I really don't want to do them.&nbsp; I don't feel like vegging out, doing nothing, either.&nbsp; So I piddle around, doing a little of this, a little of that, none of which feels worthwhile.&nbsp; As if&nbsp;writing is the only thing that counts.&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe I'll start that proposal&nbsp;in a day or two, though it isn't due on my editor's desk until August 1.&nbsp; A head start never hurt anyone, now did it?&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</DIV></FONT>