Because of my recent move, I’ve been without internet for three weeks. It was strange and extremely frustrating but I have to be honest, that first week in my new apartment with absolutely no digital distractions was actually really good for my writing. The quiet, the solitude–it was the perfect recipe for a successful re-start to this self-imposed sabbatical. But then the technician came and not only did he turn on the internet, but because my boyfriend can’t live without football, he also turned on the cable. Which was not good.
Getting rid of cable was the best decision I ever made. I swear one month after pulling the plug I felt like this fog had been lifted. I hadn’t realized just how much reality television I actually watched until my productivity went through the roof and my brain no longer felt like I was feeding it battery acid and crisco. It was both a physical and mental relief not consuming that junk anymore. But now it’s back.
And I’m trying…I really am. But I have to admit, knowing it’s there with just one click of the remote is not helping. Especially when I can sense myself taking every opportunity to try and avoid the next round of edits for book 4. I washed dishes twice today for pete’s sake! Not a good sign. But one thing I’m great at, even when my self-discipline wanes, is seeing the big picture.
I’m a planner and a dreamer and I always have been. So even if there are a million other things going on–distractions and temptations and escape routes from this commitment I’ve made to spend the next two months writing–I can see the future. The future I’ll have if I keep writing and the future I’ll have if I don’t. And when I see the truth, it’s not a choice. I know what I have to do. So sorry HGTV, I’ve got another book to finish.