Hemingwrite. Clever name. What’s that about? I clicked on an article about an invention for writers, which was being funded on Kickstarter. A word-processor sans internet browser, it looked like a flattened-out typewriter with a postcard-sized screen. What a godsend for me, because the internet distracts me. Never fails. It’s too tempting to peek at Facebook or email. This might be the solution. Just sit and type and it backs up the document to the cloud, and that’s good, because … well let me see how much it costs.
As I poised the cursor over the link to the Kickstarter campaign, a cartoon lightning bolt zapped my head. Here sits a woman distracted by an internet article about a device designed to prevent her from reading internet articles.
Sigh. Once again––figuring things out. Searching for answers to self-created problems. Poor little head.
It’s not my job to figure out how to avoid the internet. My job is to notice I’m distracted and then take note of how that feels. Pay attention.
Life works out. It always has. The details are above my pay grade.
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