Just five minutes for a quickie fact check, I tell myself.
Fast-forward two hours and I’ve not only accomplished my goal, but I’m up to date on the latest celebrity news and have two pairs of new shoes on the way.
Damn you, internet! You suck me in every time.
I’ve tried self-control, and it just doesn’t work for me. The ability to cyber-visit anywhere on earth at anytime is simply too seductive.
Shutting down the net at my house is a no-can-do. I’m not the only one who lives here.
Running away is no longer an option, because WiFi is readily available at hotels, coffee shops and libraries. Even McDonald’s (I also have no french fry self-control, but I digress).
My internet solution?
I tell my beloved MacBook good-bye as the hubby wedges it between the leaf blower and the lawnmower in the garage storage room. The whole “spiders in there” thing guarantees I won’t sneak back to retrieve it.
Then I break out my ancient, outdated laptop. It can handle word-processing and little else. The screen isn’t as big or as bright, but after a few moments of beating on that worn keyboard I’m in the writing zone.
Fact-checking? I make a note on a pad and keep writing.
I won’t lie. I miss e-mail, Twitter and popping by my favorite romance novel and beauty blogs. However, the longing subsides as my story takes hold of me and my character’s world becomes my world.
Well, I’ve shared how I battle the lure of the net. How do you balance surfing and writing?