So today I had a total panic attack about how far behind I am on my book so I’m leaving town and I’m going into seclusion to write at the Gruene Mansion. I promised Victor that I would buckle down and not play on the internet and I’ve been here for 30 minutes and already I’m on here but technically I’m just writing this post to explain why I’m not going to write a post so I think that means I win. Or that I have some sort of problem. Maybe both. Also, I just want to point out that Texas is probably the only place where a room in an 1800’s restored ghost town that looks exactly like Miss Kitty’s room in Gunsmoke qualifies as staying in a mansion.
The point is though that I’m officially MIA and won’t be replying to emails or anything else so if you don’t hear from me it’s not because I’m ignoring you. It’s because I’m in a town that consists almost entirely of bars and dance halls. And because I’m working. Probably both, to be honest.
This was a terrible idea.
PS. I am officially shutting down the computer now and locking it away. Goodbye forever. Or for a few hours.
PPS. Since we say “let’s” instead of “let us” to save time then why don’t we say “let’ce” instead of “lettuce”? These are exactly the kind of deep, philosophical questions I hope to find an answer to this week. You’re welcome.