I used to think that if I had free time I would write. Didn’t happen much. Instead, when I had no time at all, I wrote like a drowning man breathes in his brief and passionate visits to the surface and the atmosphere. And I still do. And frankly, when I have ‘free time’… I travel… inside. I dream. When I am drowning? I send out a message, and since I am drowning, it’s usually urgent, honest, and close to the bone.