I am heading to a fabulous undreamed of Caribbean beach vacation on Saturday with a hideous 140 page manuscript tucked in the bottom of my bag. Plan: yoga, beach, good conversation, etc., and pull two chapters out of this mass of strange interesting first draft words so that I can send out a little proposal for my middle grade novel in February. It is okay with me if that doesn’t happen on this vacation. I want this to be a joyful process. But I am bringing the pages so that there will be that opportunity if I am up early in our little tent cottage listening to the birds sing or the rain pitter pat, to face the small difficult beast I created in November. We shall see. Happy January, friends.