I actually sort of hate the internet. No, no, it's a force for good in the world. I mean, it gives me anxiety attacks to be on it. I think too much about what other people are doing with my words. Yet... yet I do not stop talking on it. I don't understand this yet myself. I have found tricks for tolerating it, for making it a positive tool for useful connection, before I have found the precise what-is-up underneath my attraction and anxiety. My primary trick is to not sit and spend time looking at social media. My daily social media routine is down to seven minutes and that works for me- check Twitter, check email, check Facebook, get offline. I journal on paper and I periodically add those entries to this blog. The blog then delivers them automatically to social media. If you must access my blog via social media, my Twitter name is the same as this blog's name, and my FB name is my true name- R. C. Drake. The people who will tolerate my not being very interactive about that are the people who I guess will remain my audience. It's not that I don't want to hear what readers have to say. It's just that being logged in to Facebook gives me hives. Not literally. Literally it makes me nauseated. You could send me an email, though. Type the letter at the beginning of end of the word FLOWER, then a C, then DRAKEWRITES, followed by the little spiral "at" symbol we use in ASCII art to make roses, and my provider is hushmail, who uses the commercial ending.