Yesterday, I lost internet connection. For hours. And hours. Finally, it came back on, at which point the cable went out.
I don’t know what the universe is trying to tell me right now, but it can’t be anything good. Not in such a connected world. I can check my schedule online; I can communicate with family, friends, and total strangers online. I watched the elections on cable television two days ago. I even submit my novel online.
Assuming all the required devices work, that is.
In any case, I did manage to write a bit more yesterday, but today I find myself a bit despondent. No tv means less noise, true, but the clackety clack of my keyboard isn’t exactly reassuring. In fact, it’s rather loud in the silence. It could be worse.
I could be using a manual typewriter.