I am one of those who use the line they are an individual of many talents, but a master of none of them. Writing is something I've loved to do since I was a child. The first novel I ever started I never finished. It was entitled Two Plus Two Equals Five and dealt with a detective named Herman Showalski who made Inspector Clouseau look brilliant. One of these days, I need to return to the adventures of Herman. I miss him at times.
In this era of computers, ipods, Kindles, etc., we wonder . . . why bother trying? Everything is going to be on a handheld device before you can even get it to an agent. There's no sense in attempting to give it a shot, correct?
Wrong. According to a well-known literary agent I listened to this past spring, books will always be with us. The reason? Technology is always attempting to better itself. One-upmanship has to come along with its doo-hickeys and have more things on its item than the competitor's gadget that just came out last week. And the item you bought to read on just yesterday? Why, it's already outdated. So you eagerly anticipate the latest version and send your 'old' version to someone else as a Christmas present. And they're not that pleased, as this three month old gadget is a piece of junk as far as they're concerned.
But a book . . it's always there. The same as it has been for centuries. And there's nothing like the feel of it. It actually takes ten percent less time to read a novel on the written page than it does on a Kindle. This way, you get to start on another book that much quicker. Some things are best left the way they originally were. Books are one of them.
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