It also makes me long for the days before Facebook, when writers could get work done without moving into a new apartment just to get away from the internet. I spend approximately 23 hours a day watching cat videos and stalking FB albums. It’s so much more fun to procrastinate than it is to think of the mot juste. Sometimes I think the only solution is to throw my laptop onto North 11th Street and start working on a typewriter.
Do you dream of typewriters? Would you ever buy one to make yourself stop procrastinating?