Dear Sean

The letter came via snail mail. Sealed in a blue envelope. The return address was Chicago. I’ve been to Chicago. It snowed for three days. In March.

“Dear Sean,” the letter began, “I write for a little local paper, but I cannot focus enough to write anymore! I do not have ADD, but I might as well! Because every time I start to write I get sidetracked and eventually I start reading random stuff on my phone. Which reminds me, did you know that the piano was invented in Italy in 1709 by Bartolomeo di Francesco Cristofori?

“Sincerely, Adam.”

Adam is 22 years old. He wants to keep writing journalistic pieces, but his main problem is a common one. Distraction.

When he sits down to write, no sooner has he started tapping away than his attention is diverted. Pretty soon, he’s scrolling through cyberspace, and his literary project is completely derailed, and did you know that green tea contains antioxidants that may prevent cardiovascular disease?

Well, Adam, I don’t know you personally. But I have a few guesses about what might be causing your problem.

Namely, the internet.

Also, your smartphone, smartwatch, earbuds, Spotify, YouTube, TikTok, social media in general, and the 101,397,903 video streaming service subscriptions that we pay for but never use.

All I can say is, I get it. And you’re not alone. Writing is not nearly as simple as it used to be because we live in an age of constant technological bombardment.

As I was reading your letter, for example, I received four text messages, two emails, a dozen phone notifications, and an e-invitation to my cousin’s fourth wedding. Also, I kept receiving news article suggestions from Google, recommended based on browsing history. One article was entitled, “What is the Net Worth of Pope Francis?” (Answer: 16 million bucks).

I’ve already forgotten what I was writing about.

Ah, yes. Distraction.

The thing is, writing used to be a lot easier. When I was a kid I could focus for hours. I’d sit in a closet with my Letera 32 typewriter, seafoam green, and I would type until my mother called and said it was time to celebrate my 40th birthday. What happened to me? My phone has become such a part of me that yesterday I was digging through my car, searching for my lost phone BY USING THE FLASHLIGHT ON MY PHONE.

When I started writing professionally, I successfully resisted technology for years. I used to write newspaper columns on a manual typewriter, edit them in red pencil, retype them, then physically drive across town to the newspaper office to submit them in person.

Jeannie, the receptionist, would violently snatch the folder from my hands and say, “Why don’t you learn to use email like everyone else?”

So eventually I did. I switched to writing on a laptop. And everything went to heck. Suddenly it was MUCH harder to maintain attention. All of a sudden I was distracted by the internet.

It became paralyzingly easy to start goofing off, checking email, or watching video clips of Japanese game shows wherein half-naked men crawl into washing machines set to spin cycle and compete for time.

Then there’s the problem of my smartphone. My phone sits facedown on my desk as I write, but it vibrates each few moments. So I’m still distracted. And even when it isn’t vibrating, I still pick it up every 9 seconds just in case it does.

Here’s a real life example of what I mean. As I was writing the above paragraph, I received a stream of urgent text messages from my wife. One text read: “What was the name of that lady in Montgomery?” That was all the message said.

Now, what makes this text particularly remarkable is not the fact that my wife asked me the name of a completely random person without first citing the individual’s identifying characteristics, other than the fact that she is (a) female, and (b) she is from a city with a metropolitan area of approximately 374,220 residents. What makes this specific text unique is that my wife and I were in the same room when she sent it.

So anyway, I wish I could help you learn to focus, Adam, but the truth is that space heaters are responsible for about 1,700 fires and 80 deaths per year, according to the US Consumer Product Safety Commission.

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Originally published on Sean’s website. Republished here with permission.

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1 thought on “Dear Sean”

  1. Sean, you absolutely nailed it! I just turned 70, more college than I can shake a stick at, and undiagnosed ADHD. Three or four of the examples you cited are exactly things I do all the time!
    TY, you did motivate me to turn off notifications for Facebook on my iPhone, thank you so much.
    “Look!, a squirrel”

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