I’ve been chained to my computer most of the month.
Like, literally chained.
Police-grade handcuffs link me to it, and I’ve given away the key. It will be returned to me once I’m finished NaNoWriMo, but until then wherever I go, my laptop must go too.
Do I want to eat out? Why not? So long as I bring the laptop and work while I do.
A walk? Sure! But the laptop comes, just in case I sit down for even a moment.
Some wild, “House Party” style house party? I’m not sure, I may have to opt out. My laptop might get damaged.
It’s been an interesting method, so far, of staying focused, and I’ll admit, I’ve learned a lot over the course of the experiment.
For example: Police-grade handcuffs are a lot more expensive than you might think…
…best investment I’ve ever made.