A social disconnect?
When I write all day for others, writing for myself loses somewhat of its appeal.
My last attempt was made on a two-hour flight. I had just finished reading a novel and had no internet access so I couldn’t check on my ‘friends’. I felt compelled to write. How very 2005.
Tonight I sit on my couch. It’s a rare night where I am up alone – kids, husband, dog … all asleep. And I am writing. It feels very private but I will soon send it out into the ether.
I am by no means a ‘digital native’ but rather one of those who got stuck in the middle. I typed my high school assignments on a typewriter and now I can build websites for the world to see. It is daunting, and exciting, to be a part of the change. But call me old school, there is something rewarding about keeping some secrets to share only with your loved ones.
Which brings me to my point: when will we reach full circle on communicating with each other? Are we so connected now that the next step is to find a way to hide? When will secrets become the domain of reclusive old people?
