Exile

I meant to mention this yesterday, but I forgot, so I'm doing it now. Those of you who have known me for a while have probably figured out already that there are times when my writing sort of takes over my life and/or sanity. Mostly, it has to do with the emotional investment I make in my writing or my characters' lives. It also may or may not have to do with the particular scenes that I'm working on in a given piece (for example, fight scenes, anything excessively violent or emotionally damaging to other characters, or character death) and it tends to result in somewhat antisocial behavior. It's difficult to write those things and I do my best to avoid distractions, so generally I don't want to talk to anybody. That's pretty much been the type of stuff I've written for several weeks now, between One Path and my original work, so I haven't been online as much as usual, and there was about a nine day stretch when, if I was online, it was only to talk to collaborators. I only took some minor breaks for spates of Cat and poetry. I'm now doing the obligatory icon spree that always comes after these sessions, which should end tomorrow. I'd like to thank people for respecting my self-imposed exile and assure you that I am alive; I'm fine; and I will return to whatever passes for sanity within another few days.