My son comments all the time that Iím old-fashioned. Heís right. I have a cell phone. It takes pictures and videos. However, I have no clue how to do either. The only time I have the cell phone on is when he is in school and Iím not home. Or when Iím out on the weekend and need to call mom or my sister for something. But, at least, my cell phone isnít a relic like the hubbyís. His has voice mail and texting and thatís about it.
What does this have to do with writing, you might ask? Recently, my son made another comment on how I have sticky notes scattered around the house. And how, when away from home, Iíll jot down something on a napkin. ďMom,Ē he said, ďyou can use your phone for that? See, hereís a feature that lets you write notes and reminds you of them.Ē Well, thatís wonderful, I say while rolling my eyes. But I wonít use this device on the phone. I never have the phone on, and Iím not in the habit of checking the phone for notes. I like my sticky notes. And my napkins. Theyíre better reminders of the changes I need to incorporate into a story. Items needed at the market. When the fix-it man is coming to repair something. Someoneís birthday. And a slew of other things I need to accomplish during the week, because they are on my desk or kitchen counter, in plain sight. The cell phone hides in my purse.
My dad would probably laugh at my old-fashioned ways. When I was a teenager, he used to complain I was always on the phone. Now, to have one that does more than let you talk to a person, and not use it as constantly and consistently as I did back then, heíd shake his head in wonder. But thatís all right. I still remember his tales of walking to and from school, in the rain, snow and heat, up hills both ways. It brings to mind how I used to complain about having to stand outside and wait for the school bus. And as I reminisce now, I look forward to the day when my sonís children ask, ďWhat the heck is an Xbox?Ē And then, Iíll pull out a sticky note or a napkin so he can draw them a picture.