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I think “Once upon a time” is a splendid beginning. I use it sometimes to get me going if I’m writing something of the fantasy persuasion. If another genre, it’s my habit to say “So I guess it starts with…” which was a suggestion from someone or other on the NaNoWriMo forum last year. It never fails to encourage more words to appear on the page.
I’ve decided to begin writing a story on here. No planning. No pre-determined length. No vicious internal editor. Just putting (digital) words on the (virtual) page for you to read at your leisure. Why? Because I’m a person who loves beginnings, even when they all pile up on one another to drown me in the excitement of their newness. Look for this to start in the new year.
Let the following random sentence chosen from a book on my bookshelf inspire you. Don’t think; just write.
“Sweetheart, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.”
Selected Poetry, W.B. Yeats
JT got a smartphone last week. His first. For the last seven years he’s been using one of those old brick phones (it slides!) — specifically the Samsung Messager (SCH-r450), seen below. “The Brick,” as we affectionately called it, was a source of pride and conversation for JT and a source of amusement for me. I loved to watch people’s faces when they noticed it — especially in the last two to three years. It was a good phone, and my husband – so practical, so… economical – found it hard to justify replacing it. I actually agreed with him. The Brick was hardy. You could chuck it full-force against a wall and it would still be pristine. It had a battery life of at least a week on a full charge (even in year seven). It had a full keyboard for texting. It received and made calls. He has an iPod for music, and who needs the internet, anyway? Data is expensive and besides, as he pointed out, everyone around him has a smartphone if he has a webmergency (read: if he needs to check his fantasy football).
But last week he took the plunge and got an iPhone 5S, and something unexpected happened. I learned that we communicate very differently.
I’m going to be real with you, folks. I’m in communications so I have an obligatory Instagram account, but anyone who follows me will know that it’s not my favourite medium. My nine photos will back that up. Pictures are powerful and impactful (let’s exclude selfies here), but I like words. Twitter is my platform of choice.
Apparently JT is an entirely different beast. Now that he has a camera better than 1mp on his phone, an extraordinary number of his texts have been photos. I don’t think he’d ever commit to Twitter, but Instagram is probably right up his alley. Hell, he even makes me understand why Snapchat is appealing to people.
I suppose my point is, technology allows us to tell the stories of our daily lives in new, innovative ways that not even we could have predicted would be appealing to us. Massive creative freedom.