Relax.

I'm currently away right now. If I could have afforded it, I would have packed my bags and got a train to somewhere with a quiet beach, leaving just a note on the table. I'd have switched my phone off, stayed in a travel lodge and just written. Instead, I'm staying with some family friends. It's a seaside town, but a commercial one. And we're about two miles away from the sea. I haven't written since I got here, or even read a book. It's like being at home still: I feel trapped. There's still a part of me that really wants that self-indulgent trip away but I must supress these feelings, and just get on with life.