Fantasizing about vacation

For a couple of weeks now, I've been thinking about taking a vacation—a real vacation. Most of the time I've taken off from work in last couple of years has been time I needed to catch up on writing the various books in the Draconic Prophecies trilogy. I started writing Storm Dragon in June of 2006, so they have been consuming my life for a while now. I've been dreaming about going to the beach somewhere and doing nothing at all for like a week.

Then Amy points out that I can't do nothing at all for more than like three days, tops, before I start going batty.

Earlier this week, I was thinking that I'm not really a workaholic. I mean, I work a lot. But not compulsively, you know? I work a lot because I have a lot to do. As soon as I don't have a lot to do, I won't work as much any more, right?

Well, here's how I've spent the roughly 34 hours since I finished Dragon War:

• Went to lunch with the family, browsed Best Buy (bought a video game for my son), had dessert at Cold Stone Creamery.
• Took Amy on a date—Thai food for dinner, a brief stop at Barnes & Noble where I picked up a fairly mindless read (Practical Demonkeeping by Christopher Moore), then Inkheart at what has apparently recently turned into a second-run theater near my office.
• Read the whole book I bought last night.
• Played some of the Clone Wars: Lightsaber Duels game we bought yesterday, as well as some Mario Kart and some Wii Play.
• Went to Ikea and bought a dresser, then cleaned our bedroom and put away all our clothes.
• Slept about 11-1/2 hours last night, with some interruptions.

Now I'm getting antsy. Shouldn't I be, you know, frantically writing to try to get something done?

Unfortunately, the answer is yes. I'm still behind at work, and I should be working this weekend to catch up. So the question is, will I get my work computer tomorrow so I can do that, or will I force myself to relax for one more day before plunging into another long work week?

But unfortunately, I think this proves that even three days is optimistic, and maybe I am just a little compulsive about work.

But for now, bed and another book.