So to say I’m technologically challenged is an understatement. I knew I was in trouble the first day of computer class when I sat down at my brand new computer, touched the mouse and somehow managed to freeze the computer and fry the hard drive. That poor computer never saw me coming. Ever since then technology and I have had a difficult relationship. Basically anything that can go wrong does go wrong. It probably didn’t help that I grew up on an island in the South Pacific in the middle of nowhere that had only 1 internet server for the entire country. We were always behind the times. It wasn’t until my senior year of college that I got a cell phone and only a couple of months ago that I got a smart phone. I own a Mac and only use it to write papers and check email. It’s sad, I know!
That being said, I’m an old school kind of guy. I love turning the pages of a real book and the feel of a pencil between my fingers. I like jazz, swing dancing and spending an afternoon sitting around with friends talking.
So now that I’m going to have a book published I was advised that I needed to get a website, which I have managed to do with help from my brother-in-law. Is it bad that I long for the good old days before Facebook decided to change every month and twitter erupted like a spewing volcano of useless info about junk nobody cares about. Instead, I’m here trying to figure out how the heck to navigate my way around my website and market myself so the world knows I even exist. What was wrong with the good old fashioned newspaper and word of mouth advertising? I know I’m beginning to sound like a grumpy old man, which is bad since I’m only 25 and should be one of those bright eyed young whipper snappers waiting in line for every new fangled device that rolls off the press, but that is not me. I’m an old soul in a young body.