Baby Tech

Technology. Drives me crazy sometimes. It's really silly - I use it every day, probably more than I should. But there's a part of me that would like to purge all technology from my life. Honestly, do I need to carry a phone with me to the gym? Am I that important? And how many authors wrote their books long-hand, instead of on a typewriter or computer? But then, I wonder if I could live without a blow dryer...air conditioning... I don't think so.

As I am writing, I have two computers in front of me. I have our bulky, slow, old-fashioned desktop, and my little netbook that I use for writing. Turns out that the netbook is faster online, so we use it a lot to check email and such. The old desktop was really fast when we got it. It's been a good computer. But it's aging, as we all do. I've used it for just about everything - particularly storing baby pictues of my three awesome kids.

I have the screensaver set to run a slide show of those pictures. It's neat to see the kids as babies. They like to come in and see themselves, too. So while I'm writing on my netbook, I get to see my kids through the years. Sure - I could go buy a digital frame, but this works nicely.

The most recent slideshow made me think of my writing. Three pictures showed each of my kids in their bald, toothless phase of babydom. My debut novel is another baby (of a different kind, of course!) I started thinking ahead five or ten years. Will I look back at this novel and think, "Oh, how cute. Look at that! I remember that day..." Will I be able to grow that much as an author?

I hope so. I hope that this novel is just the beginning of something grand! And not to bring glory to myself. I don't want it. No - that belongs to the Crown. The Master. To my Lord and Savior.

I'm grateful for technology, even if I do find it a curse sometimes. Without it, I wouldn't have a slew of pictures to enjoy. And I probably would have lost patience and given up writing. (And I'd be dying of heat! Let's hear it for air conditioning!) Creation finds a way, though. And aren't we glad?

Yeah, this was all kind of convoluted. But it made sense in my head at the time.