It’s easier to write now, so much so that everyone can call themselves a writer.
You don’t need to be published or write good works. All you need is a computer,
an email account, and a blog. Instantaneously famous!
My grandmother had an old fashioned typewriter, the kind that jammed a lot.
If you didn’t know where the keys were, you had to start over. There was no such
thing as a back space key. No home key, no delete, and if you took the paper out,
there was no way to put it back and line everything up properly.
You literally had to start over.
You couldn’t hit Control Z to go back or Control C & V to copy and paste. You had
to type your project over and over again if you made one tiny mistake. Or if you
had to say something in one article more than once, you had to type it as many
times as it needed to be read.
So often I look at my work and think there’s no way I would have written this much
if I had to use a typewriter. There’s no way I would have ever seen my work in print
at all. It wouldn’t have been impossible but it would have been difficult and
discouraging. Of course, I wouldn’t have known the difference and if one wants
their work in print bad enough, they will find a way.
Are we better off with so many people thinking they can write? How many people
are on sites like Twitter or own several blogs where they ramble on and on about
politics or relationships… or dare I say, poetry.
I’m going to go with yes because to say no would make me a hypocrite. Without
the outlet of writing, I would feel stifled and pushed down into a dark, dark place
I don’t want to dwell. I would be silenced into a nowhere place, someone without
direction or purpose. Perhaps one day my works will be officially published but
until then, I will enjoy the means of sharing my thoughts with those who want to
read them; understanding that many will not even get to the bottom of this post.
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