When being a writer was different
A very long, long time ago when times were different there existed people who called themselves writers. They were a pleasant bunch of daydreamers, incessant travellers and occasionally, scallywags.
Being a writer or even better, an author, meant lazing on desert islands sipping cocktails or being a bar philosopher or perhaps travelling to exotic places on the back of a hefty advance. All with the intention of finding inspiration for a story.
Or better still, having a jolly good time before your publisher caught up with you and started ranting about deadlines.
These glamorised folk didn’t have to worry too much about accuracy on their typewriters. Grammar, spelling, plot errors and such were problems for an editor to worry about. For an author, the main game was simply coming up with a ripping yarn or epic tale. As this part occupied very little of his or her waking hours, they could happily get on with all the other more enjoyable aspects of being a writer, which didn’t involve the dreaded writing bit.
Then all of a sudden, the world changed.
Some idiot invented the ebook and the glamorous world of writing took an immediate nose-dive. No more tropical paradises, no more drunken weeks occupying a bar stool and delivering philosophical lectures to equally drunken acquaintances. In fact, no more publishers screaming about deadlines, and sadly, all those editors who had received zero recognition for centuries decided it was about damn time that they got some credit and they all became ebook authors.
Plot synopsis, character development, syntax, grammar and lexical dexterity may have been winners way back then, but all of a sudden an author needed to know everything there was to know about HTML, jpeg, png, FTP, Unix, blogging, PDF, auto-posting, social networking, spam, mailing lists, keyword tagging, website maintenance and of course, how to use a thing called a computer; seeing as all the typewriters in the world had suddenly been melted down to make outdoor garden furniture.
Yes, those were the days. When writers were writers and the world was beautiful. Way back then in 2008!