Times certainly do change. In the olde days, a writer wrote by hand possibly with ink and a quill on vellum, by sunlight and candlelight.
Then, we had ink and pen and paper; and at last, the manual typewriter, followed by its many transformations. I remember loving the IBM Selectric because I could change the magic ball and type in italics. How liberating.
Now, I type my entire manuscript on my mac and don’t print a thing until the very end. Oddly enough, when I see that first printed stack of pages, it still gives me a thrill. There’s just something enchanting about seeing your words printed on a page … page after page.
As much as I like ebooks, I’m not sure that the words have the same impact. What do you think?
I’ve been on a fiction reading binge lately, spending some quality time on www.goodreads.com where I have an author site.
I’m not procrastinating, just giving my first draft a moment to breathe. Born in August, it’s now a living entity.
With the new dark moon looming this evening, it’s time to take another serious analytical look at To Sleep With Stones. Besides, I miss Estrada.
Actor, model, activist Eduardo Verastegui so reminds me of him.