This is Media Bits Monday, Goal Setting January, and my first-ever blog. My main goal is not to flop too badly after following the wonderful ladies from last week. They all did an awesome job and I hope to someday have the wit, charm, and talent that comes through in their writing. So, for what it’s worth, here goes:
You know the old clichéd saying: You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Well, I’m an old dog in more ways than one. If you’ve read my profile, you know I’m a rabid DAWG fan for good ol’ UGA.
When it comes to books, the old bulldog bite is in rare form. I clamp down on the paper version and won’t let go. I’m not sure I’m ready to enter the world of e-books. The smell of paper and ink, the feel as I rub my palm across the cover. And, of course, the gorgeous hunks who grace those covers. Imagine, if e-books had been around when the Beatles wrote and sang “Paperback Writer”. “I want to be an e-book writer” doesn’t have the same melodic ring to it.
I have nearly every book I’ve ever bought and read since 1970. That’s almost 280 years of paperbacks in dog years. A scant few I leant to friends who never returned them. I learned my lesson. I don’t share my books anymore. Hubby rants that he can’t even get into the bed at night without shoving aside books. My books long ago overflowed from the shelves of my study, trickled into my bedroom armoire until they were more a raging flood let loose from a broken dam. A stack of to-reads. Stacks of reads (past tense). Stacks I might read again. Of course, my time travel and historical books get prime spots of honor, along with favorite authors, such as Linda Lael Miller and Nora Roberts.
When books from the last two decades couldn’t wiggle in between the older ones, I had to buy BIG storage boxes to pack up the ones from the seventies and the eighties, a concession I gave to Hubby. A few escaped and still find their old spot on the shelf. Hubby hauled six of those storage units to the basement, grousing all the way. “Honey,” I said. “Just think, now you can come back to bed.” He wasn’t amused.
I love my books. Paper backs, hard backs, trades. They surround me with worlds of love, trials and tribulations, and more love. I can retreat from reality; I can follow some tips from the heroines to make my reality a little more livable. I pass time when I follow my hubby around on his many treks. I’m often left sitting while he does his thing. No prob. I’ve got a stash of books at the ready. I’m never patting my foot or letting my impatience build. I’m in my own little world of love and lust. Sometimes, when he returns I even make him wait on me for a change while I finish the chapter. Again, he’s not amused. But he loves me and gets over it, or starves. He can’t cook. I’ve got him right where I want him.
But I digress. Books. Real paper books. How could we ever get along without them? I hope I never have to find out. I know, I know. E-readers can go anywhere a book can go, but at this point, I don’t want to hold onto an e-reader while I’m waiting on my man. Another argument for e-books, and one Hubby might launch if he reads this, is that I wouldn’t have stacks of books gracing every corner of my bedroom. There would actually be room in the bed for people.
Yes, I have to be practical. Change is coming, and I must adapt or go the way of dinosaurs. I may walk into the bookstore and hear “Paper or e-book?” from the clerk any day now. I must admit I haven’t done a lot of research on the subject as of yet. You know, costs, convenience, etc. I guess I need to do this before I get anymore set in my ways.
Who knows? I learned to love calculators over the abacus, microwave ovens over wood stoves, and cell phones over landlines. E-books might win me some day. My goal for the year should be to give it a shot. Amazon is calling. Pressure is building. But, I’m such an old dawg.
So what’s your view? Have you dived into the twenty-first century with relish, ready to try anything and everything new? Are you a young pup of new-age electronics? Or are you an old dog too?
PS: By the way, if you want a paper copy of this blog, just let me know. I have stacks of paper to print one out for you. Woof!