A Feast for Crows by George RR Martin

[cranefly]

We have a good writer friend who just bought a typewriter to write on.
I'm trusting I don't have to explain what that is.
Apparently he has a bad habit of web surfing and needs to break it.

Since I'm certain you're not familiar with that term, web surfing is when
you just wander around and around on the web, either by doing google
searches or by following links, and eventually you lose your balance
and fall and get sucked under and slam into rocks and coral on the
bottom and get pummeled by savage breasts.