Free of landlines, free of wires. Right? With WiFi everywhere, it’s so easy to think that being untethered from wires means real freedom. It can be a shock when everything’s suddenly gone, as happened Friday afternoon. No internet, no phone. For over 30 hours. Just because the cables are buried underground, and are fiber-optic instead of copper, that doesn’t mean our ties to the world can’t be disrupted.
A cut cable put nearly the whole county out of touch with the rest of the world. Service would probably be back by 10 pm, someone (with a working phone) reported. The next morning, I was wondering: 10 pm of what day? I finally woke up to a live internet this morning, and phone service came back a couple of hours later. Something tells me the problem was bigger than one cable being cut, but we may never find out.
So what happened to the prep work for NaNo and the ongoing revision of Gift of the Ancien during that down time? There was nothing to interfere with any of that except my mental state, and it did a bang up job. Of course, it didn’t help that I ran into a really rough chapter of Ancien that’s going to require major rejigging, which is almost always one of those jobs I dread with a big dread. So, lots of pacing, reading, just trying to stay on an even keel. I may not be addicted to the internet (which is, in many ways, more important to me than my phone), but being completely isolated from the world certainly messes with my head. If I had my druthers, I’d rather be without a phone than without the web. Being without both? Please. Not ever again.