1) I give myself permission not to write between now and Halloween. It wasn't going to happen, anyway, between costume hunts, field trips, parties, and assorted tv/book-themed events (Fancy Nancy AND Thomas the Train both this weekend, and a party that my husband and I are going to attend naked if we don't find costumes soon...).
2) I will get my Golden Heart submission printed and mailed by October 31st. It's sitting, ready, on my laptop. I need to burn my ms to CD. And I need to decide between purchasing a ream of paper + possibly a new ink cartridge vs taking the file to a Kinkos. Leaning towards Kinkos. The decision's complicated by the fact that my thumb drive is AWOL. I think one of the kids was playing with it (it's on a lanyard, and the 4-year old thought it was a necklace). But I don't know whether the drive took a last sojoun to Starbucks before or after it became jewelry. So, it could be anywhere. Darn it.
3) I give myself permission to let Accomplice simmer for a while. I have some research material on request through the library that might help get me back in the spirit. And I know that absence will make the words grow stronger.
4) After Halloween, I will begin querying Chivalrous. Maybe I'll have a writing "cred" to add to my query from the Gateway contest, maybe not. But I have a query letter, a synopsis, and a manuscript. All I can lose at this point is time :)
5) I intend to do NaNoWriMo. I will write (or at least begin) the paranormal that's been on my brain. If I can do like Chivalrous, and pound out the basics of the book during November, great. Then I can let it stew and go back to Accomplice. And then return in late winter/early spring to re-work the paranormal. Time did wonderful things for Chivalrous last year. I did little on it between December 1 and April. When I came back, it was fresh and my subconscious had worked out much of the emotional reasoning behind my characters actions--instinctively, I knew what they would do, but I had to examine the why.
6) I will clean my house! My kitchen floor is sticky, and there are spots under the rims of all toilets. Of course, mopping only lasts until the next meal/snacktime when I have a 19-month old who signals "full" by throwing food on the floor. But since I'm not writing for a week, I have no excuses. Not as many excuses. Ok, only a few excuses, but I'm going to do it anyway, darnit!