While I was up in Canada taking care of my mother I was unable to be online – in a nutshell, there were no free wi-fi connections until I dashed down to Toronto for a few hours to visit the World’s Biggest Bookstore (another post there) and visited a Starbuck’s while waiting for a bus.
I thought I’d have a big problem staying offline for so long – my hubby, the Wookie, called every night to let me know what was in my inbox so I was sure to not miss anything important (like, say, cover art!) but there was no Twitter, no Facebook, no surfing da web or checking sales.
I didn’t miss it a bit.
Granted, I was busy taking care of family but even during the quiet times I’d curl up with my Nook and read – there was no big withdrawal symptoms where I ran around the neighborhood with my netbook, desperate for a connection. In fact, by the time I got back onto my bus headed to Buffalo and had access to the ‘Net (go Greyhound!) I really had no urge to do much else other than check my email and turn my netbook off.
Now that I’m back online I don’t know exactly how to feel. Sure, I love having my Twitter and Facebook back but it’s not the same. I’m loving the space between the pages, as it were.
We’ll see if I fall back into my old ways, spending more time Googling my books than writing the next one and fretting over Novelrank sales. But I’m hoping my imposed exile might just make me a better writer, even if it’s at the expense of my online activities.
I’ve read articles about teachers asking their students to go ‘Net-free for a week or two – do you think you could do it? Do you think anyone should?
*wanders off to make more tea*