Since the end of the semester I've read 23 books. Really more--I haven't counted the three Harry Potter novels I've reread so far, for example. 23 that I had either never read before or (Roll of Thunder, anyone?) had forgotten ever reading before. I'm also partway through at least three other novels, and am in the luxurious position of being able to start a book and decide I just won't finish it.
I haven't written nearly as much as I'd like to since semester's end. I did finish up a column, of course, and I've actually gotten started with a writing group, I think. But there has to be a lot more reading before the writing really gets moving.
In the meantime I have today finished a draft of the most boring writing I do every year. More boring than the syllabus (which is actually quite fun to write) or the committee report, the annual review is one big exercise in tedium. After all, I already did the stuff; now it's just reporting and (even worse) collating.
Nonetheless, it's almost done, and then I can move on to...article revisions! Whoopee!