A Closet Writer?

Ok, I admit to cheating on my writer's contract this week; fear is to blame for answering the phone, more times than I would like to concede.

I'm a paradox, happy for the most part, yet somehow always on the verge of panic; an emergency lurks behind every corner.  Daughter and Maggie Mae know what I mean.

And since Mother-in-law has been in the hospital, (an intolerance to a new prescription), I can't very well ignore a ringing phone.

Mother-in-law is going home today, healthy and well.

I should write outside of the house, where the only possible interruptions would be my cell, which I promise to put on silent.  Although, we all know what a "chat" magnet I am in public, even when I try to be as unfriendly as possible.

I guess my only choice is to be more disagreeable, or perhaps write in the solitude of a closet!

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