I am officially falling off the wagon. My addiction to the world wide web and all the cyber fluff that goes with it is simply too strong to ignore. Even though I know it is bad for me. Even when it conspires against me. Even when I should be cleaning closets and preparing for an upcoming confirmation. The pull is too great.
Bad addiction experience number one: I had written a romantic, fairy-taleish kind of story for Short Fiction Sunday, being it was Valentine’s Day and all. However, somewhere between writing it and posting it, the cyber monster ate it. Or maybe took it home to his cyber-partner for a bed time reading. Regardless, it is gone…
Bad addiction experience 2: Saturday was a temperamental internet connection day and I’ve been so busy since dawn on Sunday through now that I didn’t even try to see if the quirks had been dequirked.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
I don’t know why I want to fall off the wagon, as the internet is time consuming and so far hasn’t gotten me a contract yet. However, it’s an addiction thing and, like all addictions, it cannot be reasoned with. Not to mention that I feel a little nekkid when I don’t spout off daily. Also, I’m going through withdrawals for not having visited my favorite blogs by my favorite writers since pre-vacation. I must do that soon or I think I’ll shrivel up and die.
The reason behind the hiatus–beyond the obvious new suntan–was the fact that I ended up with a doozy of an inner ear infection. For six straight days I felt perpetually inebriated. To the point where I couldn’t open my eyes and focus, I fell on my face if I bent down to put my shoes on and I had the bed spins when I tried to fall asleep. Lots o’ fun.
Or maybe that’s what happens when I don’t feed my addiction. Maybe my ten day vacation initiated withdrawal symptoms from the hot spot and the only cure is to fall off the wagon and connect once again to my writing world.
I’m going with that.
Because I think the worse addiction is starting something and never following through. Writing is a tough gig. Connecting and maintaining friendships takes time and energy. Going from wanna-be writer to published author is not for the meek.
I willingly embrace the responsibilities and fun that go with the cyber portion of my writing career. It is definitely a wagon I am willing to hop off.
Man, it’s good to be back!