We’re leaving the Ohioan wilderness behind, night-driving back to New York. It’s been a fruitful time. Found a solid morning-writing groove and added 34,000 words to my book that are more or less in the right order. Reminded myself how to fall asleep without screens. Most importantly, I’ve recalibrated my relationship with the internet to a few short, intentional visits rather than a constant unwanted presence in the room. Of course, I probably didn’t need to travel six hundred miles into a dead zone to remember my devices have an option that says turn wifi off.
