Sometimes I go home. Or on vacation. Or out on my balcony, for hours on end.
I disappear into books. Or blogs. Or Netflix. The Walking Dead, Dexter, Charlie Wilson's War.
I play sports. (Or at least I try.) I play the field. (Or at least I try.)
I drink wine. I eat crackers.
I lose myself at work.
I start a million different pieces, finish none. I save my best words for someplace else.
I'm sorry. I'm back, for now.
But I can't say it won't happen again.
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