An evening off

I'm meeting some friends to write tonight, but I won't be taking my laptop. I make no claims of advanced mental trickery or Luddite sympathies. I just need a break from the internet.

I've been going overboard reloading my email and the duotrope submissions tracker. It accomplishes nothing except to make me worry and I should be writing new things, not dwelling on stuff I have no control over.

Easier said than done.

I'm always amazed by how the brain can hold such conflicting ideas at the same time and not self-destruct, ideas such as: obsessing over submissions reduces productivity, I need to write more, and OH HEY, LET'S CHECK EMAIL AGAIN IT'S BEEN FIVE SECONDS.

Hello, paper journal!