Today I start my seventeen-day whiling-away period from Facebook. I must admit I've been addicted to the online network since last year, no thanks to the emotional turmoils that upset my life during the same time. Now I've found some solace in the collaboration of a friend, and I've decided to spend a lot less time on FB and more time filling this other avenue for expression with my thoughts and eccentricities.
I'm hoping that in this seventeen-day retreat from being the loudmouth that I am in FB I can finally push myself to concentrate on the book that is due next month. I wonder how Bianca will react to the possibility of my failing to meet the deadline for the book. While I have no serious attachment to the girl besides my sharing to her the ambition of writing a book, I feel pressured to finish the book with a devil-may-care attitude. A deadline is a deadline, and it is my voluntary acceptance of the deadline that compels me to beat it, not the possibility of her gloating over my failure, or disappointment and disbelief of me for the same. Sigh.
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