Turned my wi-fi off

May 3rd, 2020

Back on April 5 I mentioned that I wasn’t getting much work done because the daily news was so overwhelming. Over the course of the month, that situation grew even worse because of the amazing secret I was keeping. But last Monday night, I’d had enough. In desperation, I turned my wi-fi off before I went to bed, and promised myself that I wouldn’t turn it on the next day until I’d done a solid morning’s work.

To my relief, that did the trick. I remembered how nice it was to have a clear head and not be always thinking about the news, or email, or Facebook. I remembered that it probably didn’t matter if I missed something. I remembered the joy of quiet mornings, with the world shut out, and nothing to do but write.

For the first time in ages, I did a good week’s work, which is the most satisfying thing I know. I collected pictures and made a collage. I thought about questions and plans, and a stray dog with a big heart, and ghosts and cities and pigeons and mysteries. I wrote a scene where a chef cried into the soup, and another one where a dog tried very hard not to wag his tail.

I’m still not entirely sure where I’m going with this story, but I’m having fun with it, which is always a good sign. And I’ve done another writing challenge, and am putting it up early. You can find it here. It’s #8 Research challenge.

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