Before I quit my job nine months ago, I used the Internet sparingly. I had an email address and that was about it. I got online whenever there was a free terminal around to check my inbox, but I only did this when I expected something new.
I had a landline, a reasonable stack of novels from the nearest library, and a mean-looking laptop disconnected from the world of other computers.
I wrote no less than six hours a day on this laptop, and I read words when I wasn’t writing. This pattern continued until 2008, when I couldn’t stay disconnected any longer.
