To write about escaping the internet on a blog is a ridiculous, ironic, thing.
A blog is on the internet, after all, and why would I blog if I want to escape the internet?
I don’t, not really, not all the time.
But some days, the noise really gets to me, the constant demand of voices from all over– friends, strangers, trolls, crazies.
I plug off at such times, from my blogs, social media.
And then I travel– physically when I can, and into fiction when I can’t: reading, and writing– that’s who I am, after all. A compulsive reader and writer.
Does the noise from the net ever get too much for you? How many hours in a day do you spend on the internet?
How much time do you spend with folks who don’t know what the internet is all about?
Have you ever wanted to escape the Internet? How do you do it?