When I Was Writing My First Draft,

Some People Just Make Me Feel Mentally Endangered. Whatever Dark Stuff Is Going On In Their Head, It's Coming At Me And I Need To Escape.

We Want To Believe We Couldn't Be Replaced, And That The People We Love Are Irreplaceable.

As Such, Anything Is Always Possible, Even If Your Protagonist Is A Plumber. But It's The Possibility, The Limitless Possibilities, Of Any Fake Life, That Make Writing About It So Challenging.

The Belief That One's Suffering Has A Greater Cosmic Purpose, And Is Thus More Exciting And More Noble, Well, It Made A Lot Of Sense To Me.

I Wont Deny That I Have A Far More Productive Writing Life Without The Internet, Mostly Because I Rekindle My Ability To Concentrate On One Thing For A Period Of Longer Than Three Minutes. My Curiosity Is Channeled Inward Rather Than Internet-ward.