My moratorium on Internet browsing from 11:00 to 7:00 each day has been interesting.
I'm not sure that I'm not wasting just as much time, but at least I'm aware that I'm wasting time. What becomes obvious (even more obvious that the obviousness it already was) it that the Internet is a constant distraction. (duh) Once I close that window every day, it's as if I'm alone with my thoughts again.
I don't know that being alone with my thoughts can be considered a waste of time. It centers me.
I'm also learning that I'm not missing anything. I can easily get just as much information in the time before and after my moratorium hours.
I was hoping I'd get some writing done on Tuskers III, which 2/3rds done. I'm afraid the further I am from writing, the further I'll get. It's hard to pick up the story threads, the longer it goes. But I'm also leery of going in the wrong direction. I at least want a strong feeling of where the story goes next before I start writing again.
I'm also leery of struggling and failing, struggling and failing, which only leads to struggling and failing some more.
I have a crude example of that. I tried quitting smoking for years, and I'd struggle and fail, struggle and fail, until that became the expected result.
So I told myself, no more attempting to quit and failing. When you are ready to quit, then do it. So a few more years went by, and that's what I did.
I trust there will be that moment when I know I'm ready, when the story is ready to proceed.
I think I've had so much trouble with Faerylander because I forced the story, and it went in an unnatural direction.
I need a good, solid sense of where the story is and where it is going before I start again.
5 hours ago