There are times when I completely block out the rest of the world and just write. I call this my writing closet. I don’t focus on anything else, but writing. Letting life get in the way of writing happens. It’s life. It can’t always be avoided. But there is no better escape than the writing closet. Now, understand, my closet is completely fictitious. It’s merely a state of mind, but therapeutic just the same. When you can’t find me, assume I’m locked away in my closet, writing my way out. Write on!