Every six months, by government law, we are forced to endure the out-dated practice of moving our clocks one full hour, either forward or backward. This practice has been an on-going habit since World War I, when this annoying system was adopted to conserve fuel needed to produce electric power. During World War II, our wonderful Congress passed a law which is still in effect today. It seemed like a good idea at the time, saving an hour of daylight, but no one could have predicted the amount of TIME we waste having to make the adjustment in our homes and in our lives.
Fifty years ago, only the clocks on the walls and on our wrists needed to be reset. In our modern computer aged society, this bi-annual task takes up much, if not more, the hour it was intended to save! I reset my bedside clock before I went to sleep last night, but almost forgot to re-adjust my VCR, which is programmed to tape early morning news programs. This morning, I spent the next Asaved@ hour on three VCR=s, four television sets, eight digital clocks, four battery operated clocks, the microwave, the oven, the coffee maker, the lawn sprinklers, the light timer, the answering machine, all the pagers, cell phones, and at least a half hour on three digital watches, and the clocks in all three cars. And when I go to work tomorrow, there are only six different clocks that will have to be adjusted.
On the wider scale, all the clocks in each classroom of our school must be changed, not to mention government facilities, Wall Street, ships at sea and planes in the air. Yet, like sheep, we all do it, every year, putting up with the darker days and longer nights just because no one but a few states such as Hawaii, Arizona, American Samoa, Guam, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, and the Eastern Time Zone portion of the State of Indiana dare keep their clocks and their sanity set at the same time throughout the year.
Forget social security. Forget guns and abortion. Forget all those less important issues that will fact the next Congress, or the 2020 President of the United States. I’m voting for the candidates who will put an END to clock-adjusting madness once an for all!
Is anyone listening?
No? I guess they all forgot to re-set their watches and overslept!
Pick up a pencil.
Right NOW pick up a pencil. Or if you prefer a pen, if you can find one, and write you name. In script. If you remember how.
Now, look at your signature. The name you wrote is probably shared by millions, but the way you wrote it is unique and special and no one else in the entire world can write your name the way that you do. It’s yours alone.
Now, on your keyboard, or your laptop, or whatever device you’re reading this right now, type your name. Use whatever font, size or color you want, it won’t matter because all those millions who shares your name can do the exact same thing in the exact same way. Electronically typed, your name is indistinguishable millions of others and what makes that name truly your own is gone.
Your signature contains a small piece of your personality, a tiny microscopic atom of your very soul that flows from your brain down your arm, to your hand and fingers, through the instrument that writes the word onto a piece of paper. For an author, their signature scrawled on the face page of your book is forever inscribed on the first page of our book.
Artists sign their paintings; chisel their name in sculptures made of marble, or glass, or bronze. Their unique signature tells the world that their creation is theirs and theirs alone. For as long as that piece of art exists the artist’s signature, and in a way the artist themselves, lives on for eternity.
But you can’t sign an ebook.
There was a time, not that long ago, that bookstores would hold book signing events for authors. There would be lines of fans waiting for a chance to see the creator of the worlds that existed within the covers of the books they carried with them for the author to sign. Each signature, a unique, individual part of that authors personality that each fan took with them when that brief moment in the presence of the author had passed. That signature would last many years, sometimes long after the author had also passed on.
But those days are long gone. Bookstores are vanishing, and book signings are vanishing with them. The birth of the ebook was the death of personally signed books.
With every new technological advancement, we are moving further and further away from personal contact. We don’t hear other’s voices, we read text messages. We don’t interact at social functions, we “go to meetings” on webinars, or video conference. We are so desperate for physical contact there is now a new cottage industry of paid “huggers” those who will cuddle with you for a price.
Our new “social media” is anything BUT, and we’re all jumping on the anti-social bandwagon.
Why write a letter when an email will do? Why take the time to shop for that perfect card , sign your name and hand write the address when it is so much quicker and easier to send an ecard? Why buy a book when you can read electronic texts, one that looks exactly like the other, lacking any personality or uniqueness. We are becoming homogenized clones, losing our individuality and uniqueness to the technological cyber world.
Text all looks exactly the same no matter who the writer. One book looks exactly the same as another. Words on a computer screen, ipad or cellphone are cold disconnected and distant. There was a reason we used to cuddle up with a good book, now we pay to cuddle up with a perfect stranger.
As authors, we must strive to keep that very special part of ourselves alive. On one hand, we want to sell as many books as we can, whether they are hard copies or ebooks. I recently sold several copies of Undercover Reunion to one of the organizers of Arundel – 17, an annual Man from U.N.C.L.E. convention which takes place in Sussex, England. Although I was unable to attend the event in person, I printed labels with the organization’s logo, signed each one and mailed it to her to put on the front page of the books.
I sent a few extras in the event that other attendees wanted to purchase the “signed” book. Each label was personally signed by me. Knowing my signature, a tiny part of me, would be traveling across the ocean to attend a convention, I was very careful to make each letter look a bit like the author who could not attend in person. It felt wonderful!
Now, pick up that pen write your name. Then look at your signature. That very unique individual signature that represents you and only you and write it again. Now, imagine you’re sitting at a table, a stack of your best- selling novel on your left and a huge line of fans in front of you waiting for you to give them that unique part of you that only you can give. Your signature. Your first edition will be passed on to their children and grandchildren and even if it ends up at a garage sale or a used bookstore, it will always have a part of you that flowed from your hand through the pen onto that page.
That is immortality.
And it is what we have all lost because you can’t sign an ebook.
Now, I need a hug.
At a recent marketing seminar a professional blogger extolled the fact she made nearly $100,000 last year writing at home and never had to get out of her slippers and pajamas. Or put on make-up, take a shower or interact with another human being. She also put on 50 pounds.
But hey, she made a ton of money!
As a writer, working at home sounds like a great perk. Unless you’re extremely disciplined, which I confess I am not, working at home is nearly impossible. Distractions are everywhere. I’ll write a few sentences, then check my email, see what’s going on in the news, read other author’s blogs, check out social media sites and discussion boards and before I know it, six hours has gone by and I’ve accomplished nothing.
If you are one of the fortunate, dedicated and disciplined writers who are able to work at home, I applaud you. For the rest of us who need a more structured environment and a need to have a reason to get up, get dressed and get OUT of the house, and not pay huge rental fees there is a solution.
The Virtual Office.
For a fraction of what it would cost to rent an office space full time, I found a place where I only pay for the time I’m actually in my office. It can be one or two days a week or a few hours every day, whatever fits my schedule.
I also have a receptionist who personally answers my phone calls, greets my appointments and takes messages. My office has a conference room if I need to schedule a staff meeting, and the best part, I have total peace and quiet with no distractions.
Writing is a profession. Professionals wake up, take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast and go to work.
Can you be a professional sitting alone at home in pajamas and slippers? Of course you can. Obviously it works for the blogger and I’m certain many other writers in our community as well.
I’d rather shop for clothes and shoes and have an office to go to work.