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My Kindle, The Fabulous Time Waster, Decimator of Concentration, Piddler Away of Hours, and Anti-butt-in-chair device, has lost its network connectivety. Boom! Gone! No more Netflix with its sexy serial killers and drug slinging high school chemistry teachers. Of course, sooner or later I’ll have to restart my router or figure this out, but I’m not going to do that for a while.
This is a sign. Time to create.
I have written but not enough. I have searched for the illusive middle of my novel but not consistently. I have not been reading enough. I have been, you guessed it, spellbound by other people’s stuff. It is so easy to be entertained and so addictive.
Have you had to detox yourself from the black hole of your devices? How did that work for you?