No More Today, Thanks

Usually my front door is open, and friends know they can drop by anytime. But today…I'm keeping that sucker closed. I am Not At Home, even though I am at home.

What's the problem, you might ask? No problem. Just that I need to take a rest. I need to work, to sink into the worlds inside my head and get them out onto the page without interruption. Until tomorrow morning, I'm not up for anything except a true crisis. You're in a Mexican jail at 3AM and you have only a cell phone and my number? Okay,