Being on the internet is stealing my most valuable time, which is between bus routes. When I come to this diner in Prosper, I'm here until noon or later most of the time and NEVER work on the book (except when I did that video) because of the WIFI connection - a curse and a blessing ...mostly a curse. I feel the internet pull me back to complete something I've started, to check my emails, to update my blog (and check for comments) and my facebook. The connections and complications can be endless. I have to choke off the connection and let the pull die so I don't feel like a slave. Buying a laptop and lugging it around to "play" on the internet was not the reason I bought it. To do what I want/need to do I need at least 4 solid hours a day of sitting in front of the computer focused intensely on thinking/writing/creating ...ideally I need 8 hours. Even with all that effort in mining, sifting and shoveling it is mere gold dust that comes up worth capturing. I've remained underemployed, and have likely damaged my resume, because I wanted to write an awesome book. I'm being wasteful. It is wrong for me to be this way. Many of my very good friends have been keeping up with me and some have even read Part I (even though the June draft was riddled with errors, now fixed by the master, Ken Johnson, a real editor). I'm doing an injustice to them, those who support me, and myself, if I don't do what I'm supposed to be doing. So, I'm taking a deep breath to decide on what will be the day of my self-intervention (any of you are welcome to come jerk the internet connection out of my house too). Should it be 15 or 30 days. 6 months??? Details will be placed on my personal blog. AND ..instead of "gearing up to write" by starting off checking my email, I've finally begun an indepth study of the book of Romans to start off my creative time. It's Chuck Swindoll's stuff. It's perfect for me right now. Without further adieu...its on to Chapter 22. | 
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