I guess nobody could have a clear picture of what it’s like to be agoraphobic. For others, it may seem like a joke or I’m being irrational or overly dramatic, but every time I open the door of our house to go outside, even before I turn the knob to open it, I often take a deep breath and exhale as if I will undertake a fearful adventure, though it’s only going to the next town’s grocery.

I remember doing the same thing in the Philippines where I only have to buy a few items from the neighbor’s sari-sari store, a few meters away from our home.

This is what a writer’s life becomes when you’re too busy taking care of what your job demands, leaving the outside world a second option to look at. And this is what new writers should be wary. Consider this a warning for you and others who want to join the digital workforce.