I've been approaching the 21st Century at wagon-train speeds.
I've heard resistance is futile, and I will be converted, but I’ve been trying to keep a foot planted in the 20th Century. Living in an almost 100-year-old house, I’m prone to wondering whether the wiring can handle radios with vacuum tubes, much less the digital age.
Over the past few years, I bought a few flash drives. Then this summer, I bought a laptop that runs on software more advanced than Win98 and am now a wireless Internet mooch. I even got a cell phone! (I’m not so happy about that.)
I still think that a lot of the fancy tech gadgets are just another way to steal away $40 or $50 a month of my hard-earned cash.
Now, I've joined my first social network Red Rocket Station. http://www.redrocketstation.com/ I signed up while at RadCon, an SF convention in Tri-Cities, Washington. http://www.radcon.org/ The Red Rocket Station, which focuses on the writers and readers of speculative fiction, was created by Marti McKenna, former co-editor of Aeon. (Aeon just ended a four-year run. Buy some back issues at http://www.aeonmagazine.com/)
Until now, I've resisted joining social networks. They steal time away from writing and other worthy pursuits and are not as much fun as hanging out with your friends in real-time.
I’m blaming joining on Marti’s red shoes. I’ve been nursing a powerful envy over those shoes. No, I don’t have a photo of the shoes. (Marti might somewhere in her Red Rocket posts) No, I’m not really sure what’s the connection between the Rocket Station and Marti’s shoes, except the color red, and all three -- Marti, the shoes and Red Rocket Station -- were at the small press party at Radcon.
So I joined the Station. Soon after, a Bellingham writer I’m acquainted with sent me a “be my friend” invite. I responded back, thinking being a good 21st Century gal isn’t that bad. (As soon as I figure out how to invite more friends I will do so.)
Pretty soon I got all cocky and posted my first blog. You'll have to join Red Rocket to see it. I know; that’s just mean.
Just to temp you into joining, I included Dan Simmons, Stephenie Meyer, NPR's Fresh Air and (the best part) brazen grave-robbing genre writers in my post. (No brazen vamps though, which is just as well, because there’s quite a lot of them lurking about in print.)
Try it. Maybe Red Rocket I can steal some of your time.
- MM |
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