Hiding Out in the back office

Oh hi, glad you could join me today. I love it whenI get the chance to slip away from that big oppulent office and my office staff to drop into this comfy old chair with a cup of coffee and a donut. I'd put my feet up but I can't handle the keyboard that way. Oops, forgot to turn the stereo down. There, that's better. Now where was I? Well, those of you that know me are aware that there is no oppulent office or office staff. The point is though, that I am there because I can be. It's my world, and i can be here whenever I choose because as a writer, I am the creator of the world I choose to be in at the moment. Isn't that cool? I can be, and frequently am, a young girl or an old woman or a seventeen year old boy named Snake. When I'm done with the mystery, I'll probably go back to be an elf, clad in blue, walking the halls of the North Pole workshops. Escapism? I suppose, but think of all the people in this world that would welcome the magical journey we take when we write. We are the luckiest people ever. The next time you're stressed, remember that the "other" world is yours to control. Close the imaginary door, step into your time machine or teleporter and slip away. Oh, but be sure someone is taking care of the kids you left behind. After all, without those kids, we have no one to read our writing and noone to take the journey with us. Well, I have to go now. I left those boys at High Point in a terrible situation. I've got to put that fire out and give them some clues to work with. Thank you for visiting today. Oh and if anyone sees the members of my critique group, be sure you tell them how hard I'm working.