Last year, before we moved, we debated back and forth on whether or not to buy a new flat screen TV because there was no way we were going to move our hundred plus pound 27″ TV. Heck, we barely got it out to the porch for the garage sale, let alone across the country! The reason we debated is because we don’t actually watch TV, but we weren’t sure we could make the big leap and live without one either. The reason we couldn’t make the commitment to go completely tube-less is because the truth is, saying we don’t watch TV is a bit of a lie. We watch baseball. Specifically, the Cubbies. Anyway, in the end, we did buy the TV and moved it up here with us. It has a painting in front of it and is covered with dust. It’s not plugged in. I watched a video or two in January and it hasn’t been on since.
It’s not hooked up to any sort of service.
And that’s where my proof of dedication shows itself. Monday, March 31st, is Opening Day at Wrigley Field, and I have not called and arranged for any satellite service to be installed and I don’t intend to until I’ve finished this revision. Yeah, that’s right. I, a twenty-five year Cub fan, am giving up the Cubbies (temporarily) to write. Go ahead, bow down to the dedicated writer.
What have you given up for your writing? Discuss it amongst yourselves and please excuse me while I go sign up for the MLB internet radio games…
GO CUBS!! 
1908 World Champions soon to be the 2008 World Champions!!! What’s a hundred years between friends, anyway?
Sleep. With six kids ages 2-14 I’m rarely able to write during the day – too many interruptions. So I keep a notebook by my bed, in my purse, in my van and in the kitchen and I write at night once the cherubs are finally worn out and angelically sleeping. I think I’ll have a party in two years when everyone is in school.