Especially toward the end, Fiorella concentrated so much on her book that Christmas decorations stayed up, her hamper overflowed, every surface in the house got covered with notes, she asked Husband to walk the dog, and she didn't leave the house unless absolutely necessary.
Monday began a new world. Fiorella now has all the Christmas stuff packed, and will move it to the garage shelves today. She started laundry last night. She went through the notes and discarded most of them, she joined Husband on the dog walk, and she drove out to meet one of her literary groups. Yesterday evening, though, she felt very strange, like she was forgetting something important, then realized that eight-to-twelve had been her most intensive writing time.
Relax, Fio. The manuscript is in, and all you have to do is deliver copies to your beta readers. And think up another story.
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