I deleted my New England Antiques Journal email account on Monday. If you’ve read my post on becoming a starving artist, you’ll know what I’m talking about. I’ll admit it took me a few days to do it, even though my official last day was November 1st, even though I was no longer responding to the numerous press releases that my NEAJ inbox would receive on a daily basis (some days as many as 100). What can I say? Eleven years of my life, and it took all of eleven seconds to delete the account, and all of the email history associated with it. That’s scary stuff.

And yet…the moment I did it, I felt this incredible sense of freedom. No more packing up my iMac to take to our cabin on Lake Superior to edit articles and photographs, respond to emails from advertisers, publicists, team members, and writers, along with a myriad of other NEAJ related activities—all while on vacation. I can write on an iPad. In an notebook, using my favorite pen.

I can write.

Butt in chair. Fingers on keyboard. Ready, set, go…