The Writer looks around her at the silent gathering. “I shall begin.”
What does that word even mean? Doesn’t it mean that you are going to be off for a while?
Consider yourself told. I am. Fare ye well in the time I am gone. I may be gone for a month; or it may be a day. Or an instant.
However long it is, however, consider yourself warned.
“‘Twas brief, but little time have I.” And the Writer steps out; and it is night.
The Road Of A Writer 