I didn't do one thing with my novel today after finishing up the first draft on Thursday. I'm taking one day from the thing before starting one quick edit over the next few days. From there, I'll drop it in the drawer and let it marinate.
And I have to say, I don't like it. For the last two-plus months, I've written nearly every single day on that thing. Of course, there has been one or two days off because of situations out of my control, but those days off were few and far between. This real day off is nerve-wracking.
I can't say that I won't write tonight. I'm sure I'll get home from work and want to do something - work on a short story or start another book or whatever. OK, I probably won't start another book just yet, but I thought I would throw it out there.
For me, a day without writing usually isn't a very good day. But this was a day to relish what I've accomplished. It's been a pretty good day.