Yesterday I returned from a one week writer retreat. One week of retreating into my writing with like-minded people.
No television.
No traffic.
No laundry.
No cooking.
No responsibility except to write and even that was optional.
Yesterday I returned with fresh focus and stories to scrawl on paper before they disappear.
Yesterday I returned to the ATT Uverse man. He worked on our spotty cable connection. “In all my years, I’ve never seen this problem before,” he said. He looked all of twenty-five.
On a Sunday night he worked changing out remotes, checking lines, switching boxes, and adjusting cables while the Spurs handed the second playoff game to the Heat.
This morning as my first cup of coffee brewed, the morning weather forecast resonated into the kitchen. “Sunny with a high of 95 degrees.” The weatherman’s voice boomed.
The floor vibrated under my bare feet.
I never watched one minute of television at my writer retreat.
I never missed it.
“Not only is television annoying, it is distracting from life itself. “
― R.K. Cowles
