I’m trying to get caught up on whatever it is that has gotten away from me so that I might be afforded the opportunity to get away from it in a couple of weeks. Much to my dismay, I have discovered that my humble little blog posts assign the label “previously published” to any fiction I have put here, which may cause an ethical dilemma for people not as defiantly independent as I am. I have taken the stories from view until the rejection notices start pouring in.
In the meantime, I am hiding from people I serve at my day job. I am a voice on the other end of the phone or the fingers on the other end of the email and that’s how it will remain. People have asked my husband where I am so they may meet me. The next time he tells someone, I will get divorced. In fact, someone is knocking on the door right now. Not only are they knocking on the door, they are twisting the doorknob and calling through the screen as I type very quietly. Now the phone is ringing because they’re out in the driveway calling me. I can’t believe this is happening. You couldn’t make this stuff up! The divorce is imminent.