In the interest of actually getting some writing done, I'm stealing a page from the playbook of my pal Marko. I've dragged a PowerBook Duo 280c out of the attic and parked an extension cord behind the futon in the living room where I can prop myself up on some big comfy pillows and type away to my heart's content without the distractions of internet access or even a CD-ROM drive. When I need to get words off the machine, I can hook it to its dock, burn to floppy, and run from there.
We'll start with blocking off an hour a day of self-imposed Non-Intarw3bitude and work our way up from there.
If y'all will excuse me, I'm going to go immerse myself in 19th Century military rifles for a bit. Back later.