Okay then...

Well after much cheering, yaying and general ballyhooing, it's back to work for me - not that I spent a week celebrating the Rider's win (as my lack of blog posts may suggest). But Monday looms, in a good sort of way.

Advent is about waiting, and most writers can really identify with this. I have a lot of stories out there waiting to hear if they will find a home (even a manger will do). But I do need to March on, and let the rejections, and hey, the odd acceptances, trickle in when they may. Nanowrimo finished. I did not.
I did get a lot of work done on the next novel, but then life swept in and I found myself with one too many balls, plates, or Cocker Spaniels (!) in the air. Whatever the hell that means.

I've always liked the hope of Mondays, though. Email that has been waiting on someone's desk on Friday finally hits the out chute. And there is a full week ahead of creativity. Sure, some weeks by Wednesday that creativity has sunk into the sewer looking for albino gators - but you never know.
That's the beauty of Monday, you never know.