My “go to” for music in my younger years was cassettes. However, 8 tracks, CD’s, vinyl, or carrier pigeon-don’t much care how I get the music as long as it keeps on comin’. I do remember 8 track tapes, as my father frequently used that media to play his country favorites. Vinyl albums were still the crème de la crème of audio; however, nothing could beat the portability of the pocket sized cassette. As time progressed, the hardware for playing these miniature marvels excelled in quality until they matched everything the turntable could do without the bulk and the fear of scratches.
It was somewhere during this journey, long before I considered becoming an author, my goal was to be a rock star. This culminated after years of playing bars, hotels, roadhouses and every other dive in between, with having my first child and deciding I’d listen to music in lieu of playing said tunes. As my son grew, I had the great blessing of teaching him to play the bass guitar, and we went on to serve together in our church praise band.
Back to the world of audio media, the cassette became obsolete shortly after the CD was introduced. The compact disc would cure all ills present in the world of ear candy to date. Storage problems, superior distortion free sound, constructed from materials that would last, along with numerous other advantages.
Who knows what they will come up with next. The CD gave birth to the DVD, Blue ray disc, and beyond that I’m in the dark.
Oh well, I’ve ridden about as far as I care to on the technology train. Guess I’ll be getting off at the next stop . . . then again, maybe not.
I spend a lot of time writing. I spend a lot of time thinking. I spend a lot of time thinking about writing. And finally, I spend a lot of time thinking about what I’m going to be writing. This usually equates to the situations my characters find themselves having to endure and what unearthly creatures they must face within these situations.
Concocting these story lines in unique places, with unique characters, and then pitting their intellect and strength against unique creatures, provides a challenge and a lot of enjoyment for me as an author.
When it comes to thought, I’ve reiterated, abundantly, how I utilize this notion. In fact, I would say over abundantly is more than likely an understatement. I guess I would like to convey that I think about other things . . . things like . . . oh, I don’t know . . . how about socks.
That’s it, socks. What type of socks do you wear? As a kid, I remember the elastic left a lot to be desired in my everyday white socks.
As the years passed, tube socks became the “go to.” You could buy a package of a dozen socks that would fit any size from 9 – 13. Of course, for dress wear there were always colored socks that were more like hosiery.
Nowadays, and probably for the last ten years, I have worn toe socks. You may think it odd that a man would cotton to such footwear; however, even though they take a little getting used to, do yourself a favor and give the five-toed wonders a try. It’ll either be the most comfortable fabric you’ve pulled over your feet or horrendously annoying if you can’t stand things between your toes.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this odd jaunt and equally unusual segue from writing and thinking to the world of socks.