A photo of Felicia Davin

A photo of Felicia Davin

Hi.

I’m Felicia Davin, a writer and reader of romance, fantasy, and science fiction.

On not having a phone

Things I Have Thought About Doing With My Phone But Could Not Do Because Its Touchscreen Is Dead

an exhausting yet incomplete list, in roughly chronological order

THURSDAY, JULY 23

  • Texting the recording engineer with whom I make audiobooks that my phone wasn’t working, so he wouldn’t be able to contact me (yes, this makes no sense, but this is a list of things I thought about, not a list of brilliant ideas I had)

  • Reading in my Libby or Kindle app while waiting outside the recording studio

  • Checking Twitter while waiting outside the recording studio

  • Checking Discord while waiting outside the recording studio

  • Checking my email while waiting outside the recording studio (I was only there for two minutes, but it is TERRIBLE to be alone with my thoughts)

  • Messaging my partner that the recording session was running longer than expected

  • Venmo-ing the recording engineer for his work (I paid him from my laptop when I got home, I’m not a monster)

  • Playing Run The Jewels in my car on the drive home

  • Answering the buzz of a WhatsApp message (yeah, yeah, I should have set up WhatsApp on my laptop but now I CAN’T)

  • Checking Twitter while it is blocked on my laptop (11pm to 7am every day)

  • Using the flashlight to find my way through my dark house on my way to bed, like a historical romance heroine carrying a candle instead of a normal person who knows what all the light switches in her house do

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FRIDAY, JULY 24

  • Checking the time when I wake up

  • Checking the weather before I get out of bed

  • Checking my email before I get out of bed

  • Checking Twitter before I get out of bed

  • Calling the local AT&T Store when their website wouldn’t accept my payment for a new phone

  • Answering the buzz of a WhatsApp message

  • Forwarding some photos of paperwork from the Massachusetts Department of Transitional Assistance, at the request of one of the social workers I’m in contact with as part of my volunteer translation gig

  • Answering the repeated buzz of a WhatsApp call from my friend M, a Congolese immigrant I sometimes translate for (don’t worry I called her back through my laptop, the audio quality was terrible but she wasn’t having an emergency)

  • Checking Twitter while it is blocked on my laptop (10am to 12pm and 1pm to 4pm every weekday)

  • Checking Instagram while it is blocked on my laptop (ditto)

  • Taking a memorial photo of a lip balm tube that I finally used up, RIP Korres Mandarin Lip Butter Stick in Peach, you were not a flattering color on me but I could not resist your French-newspapers-in-the-1880s packaging, and in quarantine no one cares if my lip balm is flattering

  • Answering the buzz of a WhatsApp message (hearing these buzzes and being unable to respond really sucks)

  • Answering the buzz of a WhatsApp message (yes, again)

  • Answering the buzz of a WhatsApp message (nobody actually wants to talk to me that much, I’m just in a lot of groupchats)

  • Turning my phone off (requires use of the touchscreen)

  • Answering the buzz of a WhatsApp message (this is getting to be a Tell-Tale Heart situation here)

  • Listening to my audiobook files to check for mistakes

  • Taking a picture of our friends/neighbors/quarantine family’s cute dog

  • Taking a video of our feline demon as she very cutely tracked down, murdered, and devoured a fly

  • Controlling the music in my wireless speakers

  • Setting a timer

  • Sliding into someone’s DMs to gush about the romance novel I was reading

  • Checking email from bed

  • Checking Twitter from bed

  • Checking Discord from bed

  • Writing a sentence I should put into my draft later

  • Writing a note of all the things I needed to add to this list

Awful scofflaws and flawed outlaws

Nuts to all that

Nuts to all that

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