Weird Internet Stalkers

I almost always get sidetracked by Facebook or my child or cleaning or a phone call or texting or reading when I sit down and try to write. Even if I save my writing until 8:00pm after the kiddo is in bed and most of my friends, family and *weird internet stalkers have more important things to do (weird internet stalkers the only exception) distractions are always present. It’s gotten to the point where I have literally disabled my internet.

Unfortunately, doing that only frustrated me when I needed those “breaks”. The problem is my 10 minute breaks always turn into a week long vacation on the island of Facebook. Grrr. Somehow, I still manage to find a way to put down some words. I do really need to learn better self-control though. I’m working on it.

Here’s a bit that I fell in love with tonight during my re-read. 

“Stepping out of the car, I felt like the air had turned into thick molasses. The simplest movements required so much physical exertion. Closing the door, I placed both hands on the top of the car and tried to get my breathing under control. What had changed since the last time we were together? I stared into the driver side window and narrowed my eyes in confusion. Is this what love feels like? There was so much painful doubt and anticipation. Before, everything seemed so natural between us. Now, I felt like there was this unseen force-field flowing around me- it was simultaneously telling me to run into the house and kiss the hell out of her and get in my car and run away.” – Javier

I hope it made you squirm 🙂

xoxo

*weird internet stalkers: you know who you are and I still love you. Why? Because I party with you all day and most nights. We are kindred spirits. Keep up the good work.

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