
The above photograph is me staring at this computer wondering what on earth to blog about today.
We all have this trouble from time to time, right? And the frustrating thing is I remember two weeks ago after I finished that week's blog that I had a good idea for another one and made a mental note to use it this time. Apparently, I have misplaced the mental note. It's probably off having fun with the slipper I can't find.
Does anyone read the Cat Who books? The hero in those books (besides KoKo the cat) is an ex-newspaper reporter who in later books writes a column for a small local paper. He's constantly facing a deadline and scouting out ideas for what to write about. He attributes his ability to write 1,000 words about almost anything to a teacher he had way back when.
The world has changed. Thanks to the Internet, many of us are in the position of having to come up with umpteen words about miscellaneous subjects and sometimes, frankly, our feelings about having to do this mirror the expression on the face of my friend up there. And not only do we have to come up with something semi literate but it should also come from the viewpoint of a writer addressing other writers. And, because of commitments, it needs to get done whether or not we have anything amusing, thoughtful or profound to actually say. Ack!
Speaking of our changing world, remember the expression "shameless self promotion?" Is that notion totally outdated now? Everyone (including me) is constantly touting their latest book, their latest review, it's part and parcel of the game anymore, but I don't think it used to be. I think the apology inherent in that expression, that we know we shouldn't be talking about our accomplishments and patting ourselves on the back, that we were raised better than that, that accolades are things we blush at and would seldom repeat to others, well, I think that notion is almost dead. In fact, I'll wager that the next generation will think that kind of humility is downright Victorian!
One more observation and then I'm going to go mop a floor -- and btw, having spent the last two months working on the proposal and putting my time and energy into writing, the house went to hell in a hand-basket (where did that expression come from, anyway? What's a hand-basket?) However, catching up on these chores has been an interesting change from writing. I am actually kind of enjoying the concrete aspects of washing a window. I know when it's clean, I can see if there are streaks, no one from NYC is going to come inspect it and announce if it meets her standards. It's my job, it has a beginning, a middle and an end that is in sight and totally reachable. I digress...
Okay, back to the observation... something else that seems to be shifting is the whole concept of privacy. Thanks to our gizmos and toys and hand held battery operated computers and phones and other communication devices, we've all gotten used to being in constant touch with friends and strangers alike. Generally speaking, this aspect of life is more pronounced the younger you get. Many twelve year olds text their buddies at every stage of every act they commit, literally thousands of tiny little messages a month. I'm old enough where it seems crazy. Maybe it's because I, personally, tend to be something of a loner, but egads. I had a five minute time limit on talking on the phone when I was a kid. Why? I assume my parents thought there was something more useful I could be doing with my time. My own daughter had her own phone line when she was a teenager. Her daughter has a cell phone. I sense a pattern...
I think I have earned my curmudgeon badge! Tell me how wrong I am. I'm open to debate!




























