The dribs and drabs, whatever I’m doing right now, it’s not working for me. It’s been suggested a few time that I try an internet break, as some people have found this refreshing. Honestly, when one of your biggest fears about turning off the internet is what your email inbox is going to look like when you check back…um, hello? Think maybe that’s a problem?
I remember having a discussion with someone a few months ago, and talking passionately about my need to create. I remember saying that there’s just so many ideas in my head, there’s so much I could do, so much I want make real, more ideas (this goes beyond writing fiction) than I could hope to accomplish.
And yet I’m not getting a lot of that done.
I don’t have a huge concern about my friends forgetting about me because, face it, my master ninja level of annoyingness has to linger for at least a little while. Mostly, I just expect to be lonely and miss you terribly. We’ll see how long I can stay away from you.