The idea of taking the week off blogging is a vaguely tempting one, mainly because I don't have a lot to say at the moment. Maybe I just wnat to be on vacation. Mmmm. Vacation.
Last night, I was so damn productive. I even did laundry! I hate doing laundry. But tonight, instead of working on one of the hundred writing projects pending, I'm going to see Jill Sobule perform at Largo.
That's a different kind of productive. A productive of the soul.