I’m a Trekkie, not a techie…

imageThis, is my mouse. You will notice three things about it straight off. One, the poor thing is worn to a frazzle and you can almost hear its whimpers of “uncle.” Two, it is a gaming mouse, because yes, I have in the past enjoyed WoW. And three, it is a dinosaur which by rights, should be turning into crude. My computer is even more geriatric than my mouse. I desperately need to invest in a new one, but…I’m scared. Now that is hard for me to admit. Generally I consider myself brave, but aware of my short-comings and not fool-hardy. Minette is trying to get me on a Surface. I look at that dinky thing (FFS, it doesn’t even HAVE a mouse!), and wonder how the hell am I going to figure out how to turn the bloody thing on let alone write, save and edit books. I don’t have a choice, tech marches on and I would rather goose step with it, than be trampled under, but I do so with a sense of reluctance and thumb my nose at the ranking officer. To paraphrase Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, technology comes and goes so quickly here! I am not against improvements, but I feel this world is too quick to dispose and can tend to be materialistic. In the past, one could buy and continue using a computer or phone for years. Now it seems six months later what one has is woefully out of date. I admit I do need to attend classes covering everything from Remedial Computer Use to Social Networking as an Author, but this rapidly changing world makes my head spin and there are days when I long to curl up with a notepad and pen, because I feel my heart and soul pours forth with more ease then than at a keyboard in front of a screen.