Remember being bored?

I've never been a Type-A, gotta-go, hobby-heavy person, but I did grow up as an "achiever". I got my first part-time job at 14 and earned 4 degrees with honors. As an adult, it took me a very long time to let go of the guilt I associated with surrendering a healthy day to quiet daydreams, messing with a poem, or even reading a new novel. 

Now, FREE time is my most valuable asset. I'm one of those weirdos who can happily stare at a wall for 45 minutes. Especially when the wall is sun-dappled crumbling plaster, overrun with flowering vines, and I have a glass of wine in hand. Which is partly why I ended up in Provence in the first place. In the US, one of the worst four-letter words you can call someone is lazy; in Provence, slow living is an artform. 

After I turned in my manuscript to my editors last month, I had a month of hands-off time while four people shred my story structure down to its studs. The period culminates with an 8-hour online review TOMORROW. Meanwhile, I've had an abundance of time on my hands, and I've  felt as productive as a tomato field in ICE territory. 

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