When is a vacation not a vacation?

You'd think putting in for a week long vacation would make me happy, but I'm filled with anxiety after submitting my request for a week off in September.

It used to be the thought of staying home for a week doing nothing but writing filled me with joy. Now it fills me with dread. I'm actually terrified of wasting those 9 glorious days writing crap - or worse, writing nothing at all and accomplishing utter zilch.

Hopefully by the time that week rolls around I'll have figured out how to spend it, until then, I'm wishing I could be sitting in that chair staring out an ocean somewhere. I wouldn't do a lick of writing, but at least I wouldn't feel bad about it.