There’s email, my cell phone, the Redroom, my blog.
SheWrites and Lulu and WriterMag.com.
I log in,
I refresh email, hoping.
I check stats, wondering.
I sign out.
This is ridiculous, for crying out loud.
I sign back in.
Just one more peek.
I can’t be bothered with Facebook, or Twitter.
I don’t want to know who’s looking to be my friend, or not.
I am busy.