What would writers of old do with this new technology?
What would Victor Hugo have thought of Twitter? Would he be following 10,000 by now or would he say “the ____ with those bird people.”
One of my favorite writers is Dickens. What the Dickens would he do with Tumbler other than to mix a drink? His sole use for Digg[ing] would be burying a character.
I’m certain Tolkien studied webs to get Shelob’s lair just right. Would he take time to study – or surf the Web?
George MacDonald, a pastoral writer in the 18th century, would not understand how to write about clouds today. His clouds traversed the heather hills of Scotland.
What are today’s writers to do?
As a writer I ‘m told get yourself out there, become a social media maniac. I used to be a nocturnal writer now I’m a nocturnal tweeter.
Remember when windows were something you opened to let a soft breeze into your room? And a posterous would be a misspelling of something following you.
What about when you told your significant other I need “my space.” “Well honey go right ahead the computer is all yours.”
I guess a Facebook would have been one of those picture books you could stick your face or your kid’s face in.
I was talking to Derek Haines (who always manages to get named in my blogs) ; we were talking about a joint effort – in the 60s you know where that would have gone.
Do you know I am forgetting how to spell. I spell: “great” – Gr8 ; “by the way” – BTW; ” lost in the fog” – LITF!
I’m a stickler for correct spelling but soon my goldfish will have better spelling than me.
If I’m going to digress, I might as well share my favorite – Delicious. We used to go to the ice cream parlor get the works with gobs of stuff on top and that was delicious! How can something you can’t taste be delicious? Though some may have learned to transcend space and time and slip into a cyber world with delicious stuff – I haven’t learned that trick.
Can someone please tell me how I can get out my window into the~ “real time?”
photo: lanchongzi (license creative commons)
penned in moon dust 
I am so glad to have found you. We are kindred spirits. I love the way you like to play with words, your photography and your poetry. We shall have to go for a cup of tea, talk, and then go for a walk with our cameras. You may be lamenting about how the texture of writing has changed, but the fabric remains as rich. It’s evident when I read your blog. I’ve begun to view blogs as a doodle pad that’s open for anyone to see. In the past writers were closeted with their typewriters, now we sit alone at night twittering but our audience is vast. Question: Is anyone reading or are they all talking to the ether?
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thanks Pam – I am too. Amazing what a world we live in with wonderful people in it like you!!!
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