My brother is kidnapping me until July 11th, so if I'm in here at all to comment on my writing it will be a miracle. Wi-fi in the Carlsbad apartment is sketchy at best, and I may be getting entertained every day for over a week.
This strikes me as fun and a little scary. What if I forget how to write?
What if I fall out of love with writing?
I've packed lots of paper...and am hoping for time with it.