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It’s not just writing programs. Email, Skype, Kindles, IPads, digital cameras, tablet computers, and SmartPhones bewilder me constantly. And the expense of mobile gateways to the web and their accompanying plans? Please. What’s wrong with a notebook and pencil instead of a netbook and keyboard? How can anyone keep up?
Nowadays, being a writer clearly involves much more than writing. Preparing submissions and cover letters requires at least a nuts-and-bolts knowledge of email and electronic formatting. Then there’s marketing on social networking sites such as Facebook, Twitter, Google+, web sites, and blogs, not only our own, but also those we visit, often having to sign in via a confusing array of platforms like Blogger, WordPress, and Weebly—and they don’t always work the way they should. Consequently, I’ve learned enough about codes to know how much I don’t know.
Because technology changes so fast, I tend to omit any reference to it from my stories to keep from dating them. (I also suspect I would have been happy back in the days where signal fires and drums were the fastest means of communication.) However, I did brave the world of cell phones in my YA novels, Glancing Through the Glimmer and Autumn Glimmer. Kids like that stuff, right?
In this excerpt from Autumn Glimmer, an Irish fairy witch named Becula leaves a note for Ireland's King Brian, giving him her email address. The king hands the note to his teenage son, Prince Liam:
"Flowery handwriting," Liam said. "Very old-fashioned." And then he laughed. "She’s given Dad her email address! Becula@knockma.com."I’m with King Brian. I’m not as tech savvy as Becula, let alone Prince Liam. My cell phone is ancient. I don’t even know how to turn it on. I can text, but only when absolutely necessary, and only from my computer. And I still prefer creating stories with paper and pen and WordPerfect. I do my best to keep up with technology, but one of these days, I suspect it’s going to leave me in the dust. And I’m going to let it…
His father nodded. "She set up an email account at a cybercafé in Dublin. I gave her my personal email address and asked her to use it rather than leave enchanted notes on my desk. I told her I’m not always at my computer and might not see her messages right away, but I’d respond as quickly as possible."
"You’re dancing to yesterday’s fiddle, Dad." Liam set the note on the table and pulled his phone from his pocket. "You need one of these."
A scowl darkened the king’s face. He waved the phone away. "I most certainly do not! Don’t I have enough people hounding me every minute of the day? There are times when I like being unreachable."
Thanks for reading!
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