As I sit at my keyboard tonight, I can reflect on the act of writing getting easier over time. Over tens of thousands of years ago, some author worked by the light of a smoky lamp or fire to tell a story of hunting bears, elephants, deer, using ground ochres from materials their group collected. I can’t imagine the effort needed to tell a story – with no rewrites.
Here we are forty thousand years later, with computers and cellphones; Wordpress, Tumblr, Twitter and dozens of others. A billion people leave a digital record of angst, love, passion, truth, discovery, and imagination. While my late mother’s generation and those preceding hers loved ink on paper, I am very fortunate that I can do my exploration without ink pens or grinding ochres. It would otherwise be a very, very short story.