It’s dangerous when I have time on my hands … I get sucked into the digital vortex … even more so than usual.
As I sat at home recovering from my op yesterday, I couldn’t stop edging towards the phone, iPad and computer for yet another fix.
I should have been lying on the couch watching rom-coms or reading a book or cleaning the toilet or walking the dogs, but nothing compares, no nothing compares … to the internet.
It’s quite sad really.
I tried to watch a rom-com last night – Wimbledon – but I only managed to keep half an eye on it while I roamed about on my iPad, fiddled with my blog and texted people.
What has happened to my attention span? When did it become so goldfish-like? I’m almost 47 for heaven’s sake … aren’t people supposed to be a bit less ADD at my age?
I don’t think I could be trusted to be a lady of leisure or stay-at-home mum. I’d just fritter the days away staring aimlessly at a screen. My mate Geoff will attest to how my obsession escalates. Last time I was at home full-time, he was forced to write a comment about suffering blog fatigue: at one point I was posting three times a day – something personal, something foody, and something celebrity.
It was cray-cray.
I’m a bit of a machine when it comes to the written word. The words surge like a stormwater drain in a torrential downpour.
I love writing. I love it to bits.
And I love you for reading my creative outlet – HouseGoesHome.
Song of the day: Elvis Costello “Every day I write the book”