Welcome to Gaia! ::

"I'm not even sure I know how to relax," She laughed a bit.

It was true though. She was used to having something to do. She was used to having a plan, and knowing what to do next. She felt a little lost with so much free time, and no day to day goal or little thing to look forward to. She just didn't do relaxed. Which was funny since..she has enough money to not need to ever work a day in her life. If anyone could afford to be lazy and relax, it was Bell.

"Maybe I need to consult a relaxation guru. Hmn..."

Were those a thing?

"What about you? Anything interesting doing on school-wise, social-wise, etcetera, etcetera?"

"Social activity - no. Unless the voices in one's head count." Bell joked. Honestly, she was a pretty tough reviser-of-writing herself. Between the two of them, she was pretty sure any editor or publishing company that got a hold of Jamie's work would find it a breath of fresh air. After all, she'd heard the tales of editors and publishing houses that get in pages upon pages of unrevised work that was probably written by chimps. Something by the name of 'Twilight,' or something like that? And even beyond the editing and stuff, Jamie was a pretty darn good writer anyway. You could have all the best editing and spelling, grammar, and format checking in the world, but that doesn't mean much if the plot, characters, and over all story aren't intriguing.

"It's like I keep saying, between the two of us, I doubt you'd have much trouble getting at the very least consideration for publishing."

As for spa days, she shrugged., "I do have a hot tub," Bell said casually. Of course, this was her first time ever mentioning it. It did some good after some of the tougher battles. Though the up-keep was a bit of a bother sometimes.

"I guess for now I can occupy myself with getting things lined of for that vacation we talked about. Got any ideas for that?"

"Sounds like you're the one who could use the spa day. My hot tubs open, so long as you clean it after."

Hot tub upkeep. Bane of her existence. Or was that children? No, children were worse than cleaning the hot tub.

"I can't say I'm really all that well versed in hiking, or anything like that, and I don't think Ainsley is up for much.... But, I do know a couple of cities that are a lot smaller than Destiny City, that actually have a great theatre culture. And I'm obviously not talking New York or Chicago. More like," Bell reached down beside her chair and in to her bag, and returned with a small roll of papers, printed off at the college library, "Atlanta?" She set the pages down between them.

"Now, I totally get that theatre's prolly a bit more my tastes than it is yours, but I'm just throwing possibilities out there. Anyway, they have a few theatres, so there's plenty of shows to see. One I found really interesting was the 'New American Shakespeare Tavern," she pointed it out on the papers, "I've never been to a real dinner-theatre like place. We could like, make a week of it and see a different show at a different place each day. The rest of the day would be open for whatever."

Well, at lease Bell was beaming.

Atlanta theatre stuffs. Yay, google.