This past week, I was without my computer. A week with no Facebook, Yahoo, and every other web-based program known to man. My writing life was disrupted temporarily, but I was surprised. I reacted well.
I used the computer at the library. I couldn't sit in my pajamas, but it forced me to get out and interact with people. Made all my writing deadlines and communicated with all my friends (the old fashioned way) by phone. And while I missed the convenience of getting up and knowing I only had to travel down a half flight of stairs; I was surprised how much of my personal and writing life was on line.
I patiently waited for the tech to come and rid my machine of its virus. A close college friend of mine hates talking on the phone. (He claims to hate the sound of his voice.) So I usually IM (instant message) him. It was weird NOT talking to him. A small percentage of my friends (my college roommate, best friend, and high school/college friends out of town), I IM. Again, this week, I used the phone.
Nothing replaces old fashion face-to-face conversations. What I discovered this week that I can't live without my computer for writing my column and books. And that I'm slowly turning into a computer communicator and I don't like it.I enjoy writing letters, talking on the phone and getting paper cards and letters. America may enjoy this technology, but everything new isn't always better.
I learned that lesson this week.
Posted By: Marsha Jones
Monday, July 19th 2010 at 11:52AM
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