| Here’s the set up – the writer at her desk. Tappity tap tap tap, writity, write, write write. Then, a pause, a thought, she turns to the Internet to check an assumption. Time passes. The tapitty tap tap tap, has slowed to the occasional tap, tap. There’s no writity write write write. There’s only the slow tap tap tap of an Internet zombie. The mood is gone, all productivity is shot. There’s no 12 ... |