Stores all over were open at three in the morning, tempting shoppers with incredible deals (of which there are only three or four items available at the sale price says the fine print).
Under the influence of an ongoing food coma, I pass on the madness.
I'll be at work, as usual, but most will have the day off and there's no point in sending out queries or hanging around the Internet. Most people in publishing are away from their desks.
Maybe I can put some extra time into a re-write I've begun. But then again, the car needs an oil change and there's nothing like shopping's Black Friday for an easy in-and-out at the garage. The mechanics will be lounging around, glad of a job that prevents them being forced to go shopping with the missus.
Let's rest up this weekend, polishing revised query letters. Come Monday, the rush will be on to get material in front of the literary agents before they're off to their favorite holiday resort and half of New York City shuts down for a long break that extends into the New Year.
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