|Here I am, looking about five years old,|
getting ready to drive to Alaska. Wait!
That's not right. We're flying, not driving,
to Alaska. Silly me. (And that's not me,
by the way, but that's not important.)
I immediately wondered how this huge move would affect my writing. It didn't take long to realize it wouldn't, at least not after the frustrations of the move itself. Years ago, it would've been a problem. Let's face it, Alaska isn't the center of the writing world (with apologies to Alaskan writers, one of which I'm about to become), most huge national conferences aren't held there, and it wouldn't have been as easy to send out manuscripts with the long distances involved. But these days it poses no problem whatsoever.
Granted, a lot of conferences aren't held in Alaska, but that also can be said about Hawaii or any other difficult to reach area. Most writers, presenters, publishers, editors, and agents have to travel some distance to get to one. With the means of travel available these days, it's only a matter of hours before one can reach just about anywhere in the country. Submissions are a breeze with email whether it's to a publishing house or an agent. Even writing groups can remain intact while members live hundreds or even thousands of miles apart with Skype and emails. My point is that writers will write, no matter the circumstances, location, time zone, or distance from other writers. In today's technologically advanced world (and believe me, I'm the first one to criticize the very thing I'm praising), we can do so much more no matter where we live and work than we could even ten years ago.
The only downside I can see about this move to Alaska, aside from the obvious one of not being able to see my family and friends as often, is that I can't use it to complain about not having the time to write.
Time to step up to the plate, Deb, and stop bellyaching.