In: Just write
16 Oct 2003It is becoming painfully clear that if I want to write this or any other book, ever, I must give up the Internet. I can’t even fire up Eudora to check my email any more. It sucks me in so deeply that I don’t come up for air all day. I’ve developed web gills; I can stay under for hours.
When I do surface, it’s always a surprise, like waking up after a particularly intense dream:
“Oh, right. I forgot all about this.”
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.