Quitting Facebok
Day 3? 4? I can't say I'm quitting anymore if it's gotten that easy. It's only quitting when you're being driven crazy every minute.
I don't even miss it that much. I have been peeking at it now and then, but I quickly deactivate and scurry back to ... to what? To the quiet. And, it feels recently, the safety. Which makes me wonder what was going on there in the first place that I need to retreat with my ears bent back.
The question used to be: is Facebook good or bad for your writing? Sometimes it was good, no question. You'd learn something you didn't know, pick up something new. You'd write stuff and people might like it, which is more than I can say about my actual fiction these days. And it was kind of like a journal, a place to record funny moments.
But the other side is that it did seem to sap some drive to create. I am not kidding about this. I wondered about it all the time -- was it leaching essential writerly impulses out of the system? I think maybe yes. And not because it takes up so much bloody time, but because maybe, just maybe, it destroys a certain useful mental solitude.
Or maybe that's what I went there for. In which case I cannot blame Facebook.
I don't even miss it that much. I have been peeking at it now and then, but I quickly deactivate and scurry back to ... to what? To the quiet. And, it feels recently, the safety. Which makes me wonder what was going on there in the first place that I need to retreat with my ears bent back.
The question used to be: is Facebook good or bad for your writing? Sometimes it was good, no question. You'd learn something you didn't know, pick up something new. You'd write stuff and people might like it, which is more than I can say about my actual fiction these days. And it was kind of like a journal, a place to record funny moments.
But the other side is that it did seem to sap some drive to create. I am not kidding about this. I wondered about it all the time -- was it leaching essential writerly impulses out of the system? I think maybe yes. And not because it takes up so much bloody time, but because maybe, just maybe, it destroys a certain useful mental solitude.
Or maybe that's what I went there for. In which case I cannot blame Facebook.