So, I'm tired of reading. That didn't take long. Finished Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman and Twenties Girl by Sophie Kinsella. At this pace, I will not hit anything except burnout.
Plus, I wanna write. And this whole reading thing gets in the way.
So I'm gonna write. I've got some short stories to rough-draft up.
Still reading, just not feeling very hopeful that I'll finish where I wanted to finish. Ah well, can't win 'em all, right? (That's a lie, you really can win them all. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, me included.)
What'd you guys do? Is this holiday season kicking your butt, or are you owning it?