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.
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I agree wholeheartedly, NotDonner. Great post!
However, I do sometimes miss my old electric typewriter from the 80s. I enjoyed watching the pages pile up beside my typewriter as I wrote whatever abysmal novel or play or comedy sketch that I was writing at the time. I enjoyed seeing it become tangible right in front of my eyes. Everything seems so amorphous now.
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I would affirm with what you said.Writing becomes easier when you are more exposed to it.
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thanks Lebana! I enjoy writing and reading others’ writings. It becomes easier to express ideas, humor, passion. And unclutters a busy mind. Do not be a stranger.
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Same with you.Thanks to WP. Writing becomes a lot easier.😃😃
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