It seem that despite my best intentions, the internet has got the better of me. I’ve been busy tweeting, blog reading and commenting, and a hundred other little things that take me away from actually writing. Really, really bad Heather.
And you would not believe how much time I’ve wasted in Amazon.com. Since my book released there about a month ago, I have spent an incredibly silly amount of time watching my Amazon ranking fluctuate. I’ve got some wonderful reviews which is great, and my book has a heap of tags, but watching the ranking number fluctuate is almost nearing obsession status. *sigh*
After realising over the weekend just how often I ran back to “check” the internet, I’ve put a limit on my time. First thing, I can check my emails and then I close down internet explorer and my email. So today I was unplugged from the internet a fair bit more than recent habit. And you know what, I knocked my writing goal over quick smart. I updated a manuscript I’m editing with my red pen corrections too. I left my desk when the kids came home with a feeling of greater achievment than I have in some time. This change will take a bit to get used to. After all, I hadn’t realised how bad I’d become but this is the life I want, not reading tweets by Queen Rania & Russel Crowe. Why on earth did I follow them?