Well, friends, you've heard me say it. I've admitted it before. But the problem has again reared its ugly head.
I get lost in the internet as a coping mechanism, and it's not healthy. It's not happy. I get nothing done. The house gets dismal. The kids get frachetty. And I'm like a rat in a cage pushing a button for a hit of sugar. Again. And again. And again.
And it gets me nowhere. Staring at the Gmail Inbox waiting for good news from an submission seems hopeful but is actually pretty depressing. Obsessively watching Twitter and Facebook chatter is the worst kind of narcissistic voyeurism. Looping from blog to blog, checking for updates, is as useless as running on a hamster wheel.
All of these actions are harmless in themselves, and I believe that much good can come from social media. I've learned so much about publishing by following agents and authors on Twitter, and I've reconnected with so many old friends on Facebook. And blogging, of course, provides a creative outlet much needed as a mom of two.
But there comes a point when it's too much, when it's less of a coping mechanism and more of an addiction, and I need to put the laptop down and back away. I need to get back to mindful living, thinking carefully about how I spend my moments in the sun and my calories in the kitchen instead of just buzzing out on the internet.
I'm not abandoning the blog, so never fear.
But I'll probably be posting every other day, in snippets. I'm only allowing myself 45 minutes of internet a day, and that includes work email, too. I may even pre-write blog posts on my non-internet laptop for future posting, because the blog is an important part of my life.
So, in conclusion: Goodbye, internet.
If anyone needs me, you can email me at delilahpaints [at] yahoo [dot] com, which I'll be checking once a day.
If you're a friend, please call us. Let's go play in the sun and talk, face to face while our kids run around screeching with joy.
That beats the hell out of Twitter now, doesn't it?