In between stuff for the Maddox Vale universe, which is a yet unpublished work (or works really) which is always swirling in my head and the latest entry in an Anthology for my writer's group, I texted someone and realized... I'm out of touch.
I don't keep my phone on and even my familial unit has problems reaching me if I'm not in another room. I was wondering why I do that, and I realized I do it because I have the unrelenting need to answer immediately.
Stop what you're doing and pick it up now immediately.
Maybe it has to do with what I do for a living (cause writing won't pay the bills) or maybe it's just that childhood fear that I might miss something that my mom always insisted I have. Whatever it is I have to answer a phone or text or even Skype message right away.
So it's off. All the time.
I always said I wanted to be a hermit. You know, living in a cave, all by myself. With internet connection and Fedex or UPS delivery of course.
Maybe this is my own self imposed exile. I'm not sure.
I am sure that phone is not going on anytime soon...
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