… solipsubmissive …

Dear … (hmm, not sure what to call you, collectively),

Do you all have a club, or something?  Is there some kind of bat signal that goes out when I have a deadline that makes you all converge upon me in various ways as if in an attempt to distract me from the very thing i do that distracts me from you?

Oh, it’s not that you’re all bad with the converging.  On the contrary.  With you, i’m dancing a new dance we both know ever so well on Facebook.  With you, i’m enjoying a tentative correspondence.  With you … oh, hell, with you, i’m enjoying nothing, but your silence is as pervasive as your presence, so what fucking difference does it make anyway?  And with you … ahh.  i do so enjoy our little Yahoo chats.  Just not right now.

Here’s the thing, ‘kay?  My deadline is tomorrow, technically.  I should be writing … oh, say, about 40,000 words tonight.  Of course, we have that whole holiday thing going on, and i happen to know editor guy is off on vacation until Monday, so i have four extra days to write those 40K words, but let’s be realistic here.

i’m not going to get it done if you’re all playing around with my brain.  (Heart.)  No … brain.  (Heart.)  Fuckers.

Run along and play now, boys.

elise