I think Dusk Peterson may have something! He strictly stays away from the web for a good part of the month because otherwise, it sucks him in and he doesn’t get any writing done. I didn’t plan on taking a web timeout when my connection went down last Thursday, but that’s what happened. The message made it seem that the outage might be a biggie, so waiting a couple of days made sense. The last one did take almost two days. Then it was the weekend and I figured nothing would get done until at least Monday even if I called AT&T. Then Monday came and I was on a major downer of depression and exhaustion, and the idea of dealing with customer service was just too much.
Then it was Tuesday, and except for needing to do some things that could only be done on the web — buying postage stamps, believe it or not — I didn’t really miss being online after the first two days. The post office is too far for me to walk, and taking a bus to buy a book of stamps is just… I was revising Privileged Lives, and getting back to sorting material for Set Me Free. The world could go on without me for a while.
But life calls, and I was all set to face the customer service go-round today, when my son rescued me, quite accidentally. I didn’t know when he was going to show up, so I didn’t want to get caught on the phone. While I was waiting, an AT&T truck parked out front. Not for me, but I went over and asked if the guy knew anything about a general outage. Sorry, no. But while I was waiting for him to finish a phone conversation, he said something about not being able to get the service working. When my connection does down, it’s the “service” light that tells me something is bad. So maybe it wasn’t just my problem. My son showed up, and I explained why I hadn’t answered his email a couple of days before. When he left, he talked to the guys working at the back and they said I should try resetting the modem now. Perfect timing. He texted me, and lo and behold, the reset worked this time.
Yeah, it’s nice to be back, and the world didn’t change that much while I was gone. Political idiots are still idiots. What a surprise! Two novelists died, and someone named Kesha is currently a “big deal.” There’s always someone I’ve never heard of who’s currently a big deal. One email account had zero spam, and the other had 14, not bad for five days.
And I did a lot of work on Privileged Lives. It’s taking much more rewriting than I anticipated. I cut down and mashed together several chapters, so the novel is currently 3,000 words and four or five chapters lighter. It will probably expand back to 94,000 words because I’m adding new material. The second edition is going to be a much better book.
Maybe I’ll take a several-days vacation from the web once a month or so.