After wrestling with printer, labels and envelopes for *three* hours last night, I have come to appreciate the ease of online communication so much more.
Wow, it’s so easy being a writer in this era. I don’t have to fiddle with paper and ribbon and whiteout and typewriters. I don’t even have to be a particularly good typist, thanks to the delete key. I don’t have to spend hundreds of dollars on paper and ink. I can make copies of my stories in a blink of an eye–okay, maybe a few dozen blinks for a short story, and perhaps a short nap for a novel, but still!
And when I’m ready to sub–well, most agents and short fiction editors accept emails. Which are free! And don’t require hunting for the printer manual and the mailing labels I know I bought four years ago. Nor do I have to search the house for the paperclips that were last seen being made into chains and used as units of measurements by the olders.
And, and, and… I don’t have to buy books to learn the writing craft and business, not with the plethora of instructive blog posts and articles out here in ‘NetLand. Nor do I need to travel to workshops and cons; I can meet likeminded writers and take online courses and join online crit circles all from the comfort of my living room.
Though… if I didn’t have those two paper subs to mail this morning, I’d have missed the opportunity to walk to the post office in the falling snow.
Let it snow, let it snow. It’s starting to look a lot like CHRISTMAS.