I lost the internet today.
I’m not exactly devastated by the loss, but it’s cramped my style, at least as far as blogging goes.
So, I’m going to apologize in advance for what’s going to be a tedious entry.
But, God as my witness, I hate writing on my phone. Texting, blogging, snapping: whatever it is, it puts my back up.
I’m not gong to pretend there’s anything deep or meaningful about this.
“It’s the confinement. My words don’t have the space to breathe. ”
Lord knows I’m never pompous or overwrought.
I read a article about a writer who would dictate into her phone and I felt genuinely angry.
I think that says a lot about me and none of it really good.
I think I’m going to wrap this up.