Readers, I am once again engaged in a wonderful workshop on Digital Storytelling offered at the college where I work. This summer I only caught a couple of sessions; this term I plan to attend all of them. Why?
Because I tend to be a Luddite when it comes to social media and the digital format in general. For example. I do not own a cell phone. Never have. Now, I am sure some of you are gaping (as many people do when I drop this tidbit of information in a social or work gathering), but who will be the one laughing when you all develop 1) ear-tumors from having those waves penetrating your head all the time, 2) arthritic fingers from texting, and 3) zombie-like eyeballs with seared retinas from the LED screens?
Yet, I’m jumping into this Digital Storytelling (learning about all things techie/online/digital to tell your story) with reckless abandon. I’m risking crippled fingers and shriveled eyeballs in order to explore the many ways people share themselves and their stories with the world. My hope is to improve my own creative process–writing, art, photography, what have you–to open horizons yet closed to me (being that technology neophyte that I am). And our first assignment is to discuss why blogging is important to us, personally.
Should be an easy question to answer, right? I mean, I’ve been blogging for a couple months now, I should know why the heck I’m doing it. But I had to stop and really think. Why is it “important” to me?
I think that blogging stretches my writing in a way I would not otherwise be stretched. It pushes me out of my comfort zone of grant writing, noveling, or crafting snarky email to my best friend from high school. But perhaps more importantly, which I wouldn’t have known when I began, is that it connects me with other bloggers with similar interests, brilliant insights, thoughtful critiques, and educational articles. There’s community here. It might be worth the tumors and crippled hands.