In Which I Wish It Was 1989*, Back Before This Distracting Thing Known as the Internet

My mom sent me this card for my birthday. This is how I want to be.

Thanks to a jolting pep talk from my other half, a motivating talk with my oh-so-wise agent, and the great sea ahead that is my unfinished novel, first draft imminently due to my amazing editor, who will surely direct me to a vast, sparkling sea of revisions…

…I am wondering how to balance Writer-Me with Author-Me with Human Being–Me.

Do I have to turn off the whole internet, or can I restrain myself to only doing certain distracting things during non-writing hours?

What say you, distracting internet?

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*I’m sure someone knows when the internet was invented, but I don’t, and I don’t want to distract myself by looking it up.

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