After years of disagreeing with the nay-sayers who rail against the perils of internet culture, I have to admit that the time I spend online is responsible for my book burn-out.
These days, I have to fight to get through a book. The fiction seems tired, redundant, predictable. The non-fiction is pedantic and uninteresting. And there are any number of fascinating (I'm convinced) emails, blogs, and online magazines begging for my attention. When I do get some non-online reading done, it's usually because the internet went out or my laptop is in use by my husband. And that's just sad.
It's easy for you to tell me to just not spend so much time online, but all of the work I do involves being at a computer and using the internet. I've noticed recently that I'm so used to being online that when I'm not at the computer, I'm pacing around the apartment not knowing what to do with myself.
I admit I have a problem; no intervention needed. But where's the rehab center for internet junkies? Or, can you point me to the book that will restore my desire for reading?
Labels: internet
posted by Rachel at 2/27/2007 12:36:00 PM 
