So here it is, computer world: my first blog. I’ve never aspired to be a blogger, but well into the age of social media, and with my first book about to be published, I’m told it’s imperative that I join the long list of authors who commit their thoughts, their opinions, and their wisdom to cyberspace. Like other bloggers, I’m expected to post my words on a regular schedule, so that my presence is known out there.
Having lived and written on this earth for many decades, and now at the stage of weeding through my files, both paper and electronic, tossing some, holding onto others, I wonder – what will happen to all the new blogs? While my brain remains alert, I can remove them from the computer with a quick highlight, then a delete, on the keyboard. Should senility be my eventual reward for years and years of thinking and creating, someone I appoint can make the blogs go away.
But like the writing I’ve produced and published during my lifetime, the blogs will never entirely disappear. They’ll remain somewhere, showing up on Google perhaps, or hiding in people’s computers. Inside various Mac and Word files, and on I Pads and Kindles, some of my blogs may be immortalized.
If there’s a heaven, and if I’m lucky enough to wind up there, will we anointed ones be given computers? Will I be able to share my words with my fellow heaven-dwellers? More importantly, will I be expected to blog? Will that be a requirement for my residency? I guess I’ll find out, but I hope not for a long time. I still have all these blogs to write and send out down here on earth. That’s my mission. Stay tuned.
P.S. Look for my memoir “Truckin'” in this Thursday’s East Hampton Star (September 5 edition). It’s part of my memoir called Moving On, set in the mid-1970s. Go to www.easthamptonstar.com, then look for the Arts section, and hit “Fiction” — that’s where both short stories and memoirs are published. The essay under Read My Work on my website called “Dancing Hussy” is also part of this memoir.