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Nothing.
I've stopped working, in the middle of a new work. Maybe I'm having a crisis of conscience, or maybe it's just the heat, but I'm having a hard time convincing myself this book... any book... is worth my time writing it.
I need to spend more quality time with my wife, family and friends. I need to work harder at my job, and plan for the next job when this one dries up. I want vacations. I want to enjoy my back yard. Somehow, those goals seem more important right now than writing books for less than a dozen people to read.
Bah, we'll see what happens in a few months.
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