Okay, holy brown cows. I'm back in school and doing a million+one things, and it seems like the pace of life is streaming, screaming, bolting by. I feel like everything has to be done now (whether that's true or not), and I can't keep up.
It's the speed of life.
And sometimes it's really nice to leave it behind. Close the front door of my house, draw all the curtains (as if they aren't already closed! Ha! I'm like a vampire), and ignore the Internet.
Sometimes I crave that quiet. That release from the Words With Friends games, and constant status updates, and ultra-fast stream of tweets, and even my inbox (which I usually adore).
Sometimes I sit in my house with the TV off, the lights off, and the laptop closed.
Sometimes I crawl into bed with a good book -- printing on real pages -- and escape between the covers.
Sometimes I think about what my life was like before I started writing and publishing.
What would you put in that pause? How do you keep up with the pace of life?