I need a break.

A break from writing.  Even though this last chapter is going to slay me.

A break from my computer.  Even though I love me some twitter and facebook and email and blogs.

A break from my finances.  Even though I’m not sure how to pay the bills.

A break from my own issues.  Even though they beg for attention fairly constantly.

So I’m going to Texas.  To this conference with some Nashville friends.

I’m going to drive through Arkansas and look out the window at a state I’ve never seen before.  I’m going to wear flip flops and write in my journal and raise my hands to worship and eat Mrs. Murphy’s homemade granola and do all manner of things not involving my book or my blog or my bills or my worries.

So I’ll see you later.  Have a great weekend.