Sometimes, I don’t respond to email.  I ignore the blog. I miss texts. I don’t Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest. I turn the phone off.

Sometimes, I need to drop out. I need to hear the silence rattle around my head. I need to let the ideas shoot legs, then brains, and then emerge like, weird Quailman in whitey tighties.

I find the hardest thing about writing is time. I mean, inspiration is tricky. But time, so often slips and slides far away from me.

I welcome a distraction. I want to pin/tweet/text/blog/email.  Sometimes, it’s the break I need. It’s just the thing. More often, it’s an excuse to not finish the thing.

I value my friends and family deeply. I don’t need to be constantly connected. So tweet @ me later. I will text you back.

Because sometimes, I am off, shooting new legs.