Turned Sylvie 4: Lies & Omens over to ACE late last night! A great feeling, always followed by this huge rush of energy as I start planning ALL the things I can do today: get the next chapter of Gatecrashers done! Revise the romance! Write a short story! Revise an older short story!

And then I wake up the next day (today) and all the words are gone. I'm good for nothing but staring blankly at things vaguely searching for the noun that applies to them.

I have a system. A crappy system, but a system nonetheless. Usually, post book, I take the day off and clean up the disaster that my house has become during that last week of a book. Piles of laundry, coffee cups, random cat disasters, just things that need doing that I haven't done: sweeping, mopping, vacuuming and so on. Like I said, it's a crappy system (once I would like to finish a book without my house descending into utter chaos), but it's the one I know.

The problem is? I had reason to scrub the house ceiling to floor two days ago. Had to do it. So now, I'm looking at a clean house and feeling at a loss. I guess the only sensible thing to do is mess it up again.

Currently reading: Evil Genius by Catherine Jinks, Mind Games by Carolyn Crane (stalled in the last few chapters--not the book's fault, my own personal twitchiness), and The Iron Duke by Meljean Brook.