I remember back before email, back before I had a computer, back… Well, I almost remember. But on the days when I check my email on my blackberry, and then have to delete it again on my computer, I wonder if this whole technology thing is this all a gigantic waste of time.
Before email, you had to mail things and wait patiently for them to arrive. I know, it's hard to imagine. Then Fedex came along and made everyone wait to the last minute to do everything or expect things to get done always by the next day. Now they expect things right now. And if you are doing something else (god forbid) you feel like you are behind the curve when you see you have a flurry of emails expecting you to do something. So you rush to do it and then you begin to notice that you have not written a word all day.
Don’t get me wrong, I love email. I pop off little notes to friends. I love finding out what everyone is up to on Facebook. I look on Google when I’m stuck and need a little information for my story. But then not everything is there that I need. I dig some more. I start to get distracted.
I was looking up information on Parisian artists in the 1950’s. I know, I said I wouldn’t do a historical, but this is background information that grounds my story. I could make something up, but I prefer to find something out that really happened. And then I started to read about a photographer and got curious. SO I found some of his work and started looking at it. And the next thing I knew, my writing time had expired. That was not a 2,000 word day. Oops.
I sometime worry that I’m only getting what people think is relevant these days, and not finding dusty nuggets. So perhaps I would be better off in a library. But who has time to crawl around in the shelves of one anymore? I have to answer all these emails that have already popped into my in-box. And I owe myself those 2,000 words…