This week I’ve been working at The New House while a very artistic friend (and neighbor, as it happens!) works her magic on the first floor powder room. She’s changed the walls from a shocking persimmon color to a very relaxing oceanic green. So when you open the door now you can sigh in relaxation rather than thinking “AWK!” and stepping backward. Anyway, while Ellen paints, I work upstairs in my new writing space.
And I love my new writing space.
But there is no internet in my new writing space.
And I’m beginning to love that about it even more.
This morning, in just about two hours I completed a significant section of a work assignment, wrote a short piece for All Things Girl and prepared some interview questions for a Conversations Over Coffee I’m doing with one of my favorite blogger friends (nope, not telling who just yet).
PLUS, I did some clerical work for the theater company.
That’s right, in just about TWO hours.
You know why, don’t you?
There is no internet in my new writing space.
Granted, there was some information I needed for the work stuff that I couldn’t research without the internet. And I couldn’t email the interview questions, or type my article into the website for ATG without the internet.
Still, those pieces are easy enough to add into the puzzle later on.
I was able to accomplish SO much more without the internet to distract me.
Plus, I felt more calmer, more in control, more focused.
In fact, I think having the internet in a room is something like having the walls painted persimmon. It automatically sends you into a bit of a tizzy.
Rooms that have no internet are soft and relaxing, like the lush blue-green-grey tones of the ocean waves.
Tomorrow, while some very beautiful hand-painted stencilling will complete the look of my beachy powder room, I will have one more day to work free from the distractions of the internet.
And I will try to make the most of it.