I just got back from two months of writing in Florida.

I purposely didn’t sign up for an Internet package while we were there. If I needed to go online, I had to use Michelle’s laptop between dawn and the time she woke up each morning – so about 56 minutes – plus whenever she visited her grandparents.

And when you don’t own a cell phone, that leaves you with very little time to waste.

My productivity shot through the roof.



No wasted time on socials.

No scrolling news.

No idle chats.

I scored in the nineties on RescueTime. I did so much real writing that I had spare time to swim and play ping pong and go to the beach.

In eight weeks I wrote three screenplays and a 17,000-word monograph.

I’m back in Canada now.



I have the Internet.



I’m just as distracted as ever.



In fact, this very blog post is a distraction.