Only I won’t be.
Because writing demands isolation. Solitude. Aloneness. To hear the voices.
For the next week, I will be immersed. On Edisto. Comparing earth to water to sky. Walking. But not responding to comments. Or reading blogs.
I don’t know how to elaborate. Because anything I type comes off as bitchy. And I am not a bitch.
I won’t be here for the next week.
Perhaps I will check in with an otherworldly view.
Sand and sea and sky.
We shall see.