I’m not very good at relaxing. Wes used to have a hard time with this when we first got married. We’d be packing for a vacation and I’d be like, “So, what are we gonna do on vacation?”
He’d say, “Relax.”
And I’d be like, “That sounds great! So what does that look like?”
He’d usually give me a confused look and say, “Like relaxing. Doing nothing. Taking it easy. You know, relaxing.”
At which point we’d both realize we were in no way speaking the same language.
The reason I bring this up is that I’m supposed to be relaxing right now. I finished the first draft of my next novel a couple weeks ago, an accomplishment brought about by much stress and hard work. It was two months of harrowing suspense and the whole point of the next few weeks was supposed to be me taking it easy and bringing my blood pressure down a few points.
But you know what happens when I relax? I get bored. And then I eat. All the things.
Lucky for me, a friend of mine who has spent the past six years battling cancer in the most heroic way I’ve ever seen asked for help putting a book together the other day. He’s been blogging for eleven years and wants to put his posts together into a book that will tell his story. He asked for some help on Facebook yesterday and before you can say, “But hey, aren’t you supposed to be taking a break?” I volunteered to help.
He did me the very great honor of letting me help him, so that’s what I’ll be working on for the next few weeks. I’ve never put an anthology together before, but this will be a labor of love and I can’t wait to dig in.
This is a biiiiiig project though. We’re talking 1,900 pages of content that I’ll be sifting through, organizing, and putting together in such a way that tells his story as best it can.
Wish me luck!