The not-so-vacation

Last week, I took a vacation to Red River, New Mexico.

My plans were as follows:

Sleep.

Eat.

Sleep.

Eat.

For an entire week or so. Unfortunately, that was not to be. Because I walked in the door to our room, and this happened.

Inspiration.

How did that happen?

No, I really have no idea. But anyway, this is how I spent the week instead:

To the dulcet sounds of fifty ducks.

So I didn't spend the WHOLE week glued to my laptop. We spent a day in Taos and did a lot of walking and hyperventilating around Red River because Cade and I are proud lowlanders.  And we watched a lot of movies, because most everything was closed since it's a slow time of year for them.

But, I did enough writing to finish a 6,000 word story that I'll be submitting to a science fiction anthology. Said story is in the beta reading stage now, and I plan on opening it back up early next week to do a few rewrites and tweaks.

I guess I call that a success. I feel kind of bad for spending my vacation time stressing over something I could easily stress about at home, but at the same time it was really satisfying.