No. I can't
I've tried a few times in the past but it's always come back.
"It" is "writing." Specifically, fiction writing. More specifically, SF/Fantasy writing.
I recently took a step back from it all. For several months prior, I was in a phase of writing and submitting. I got to a point where I had a few stories making the rounds at various markets.
In writing "how-to" books, they always advise that the best way to stop worrying about your submissions was to get started on a new story. But no new stories were bubbling up for me to write. It felt like I couldn't write more until one of the circulating stories found a home. When that happened, it would free up a spot somewhere in my mental writing area that would allow the next tale to emerge from the subconscious depths.
Also, I kept wracking my brain (and begging my Muse*) to come up with stories that were getting published in the mags that I was reading (Asimov's and F&SF).
No go there.
Actually, I take it back. There was a go. But they were hints of stories, fun little yarns that begged spinning, but likely not for the mags.
So around February of this year, I took a step back and focused on another arena (more on this later).
Around mid-August, my Muse tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Back to work, bud. And this time, you're gonna do it my way."**
As I mentioned at the beginning: I can't escape.
Honestly, I don't think I want to.
*My Muse is actually a committee. I call them The Peanut Gallery. They are Sean, Anne, Herman, and Derf.
**More on this soon. I promise.