That thought started off small, and before I realized it, it became a snowball with some serious size.
The past few weeks turned into a strange and dreamy time of introspection. (No, it was not all nice and shiny.) I came up with a list of things that had changed since I was cranking out thousands of words a day. Here are a few examples:
- My diet was much healthier four years ago.
- I wrote three pages in a journal each day.
- I spent more time outdoors.
- I devoted time to creative hobbies other than writing.
- I regularly entertained guests at home.
- My kids were homeschooled; now they attend public school.
While I was brainstorming this list, I found myself pausing here and there to scroll through my News Feed at Facebook, see what was new in my blog subscriptions, and feed my short attention span with the bursts at Twitter.
That's when it hit me: I avoided the Internet junk food of social media during those productive years. Whoa.
Not particularly happy about this revelation, I decided to sever my ties with the time leeches and see what happened. Severe, but necessary if I hope to ever figure out what works for me and what doesn't.
Guess what? I've been without Facebook for five days and I'm still alive. Hell, I even feel a little saner because of it. I've taken care of some things around the house that had been neglected for far too long, caught up on some reading, and fleshed out a few new projects.
Sure, it's a change that goes against everything "they" tell you that you should do as a writer - entertain your fans while building a dedicated platform - but it feels right for me right now.
Think you could last a week without Facebook or Twitter? How about a month? A YEAR??