Not on Facebook

My new daughter-in-law asked me last summer why I wasn't on facebook. She's Swedish, very social, and very much the target audience for social media.
 
I told her I was an e-hermit. It was less insulting than suggesting that the details of her daily life she'd share with me on Facebook were items for which I was not the target audience.  That is however the truth. I'm not the target audience for happy cat pictures, your religious beliefs, your political views, animals you wish I wouldn't skin,cook and eat, or your children. [ Hope I don't confuse the last two].

What is it I am going to write about on this blog knowing I have the e-hermit outlook? 

The above is a question that I have been contemplating for some time. I recognize the value in presenting some type of platform which speaks to the common interests of my writing. I'd like to know more about some of my favorite authors. I might be inclined to buy other books if I had insight into the author's perspective.

"What am I?" at the core, I ask. I mean this in the way of a writer, of course.

After some contemplation, I've come to it.

I am a fellow who likes books.

I like books and dogs more than 99% of all the people I've ever met.


Books are the best part of a writer. They contain the ideas and concepts from another mind frozen in text.


So, I'm going to talk about books here from now on. It's what I like. I think it is what you like.

We'll agree more on books than anything else in the world.

I lost a girlfriend over books once. She didn't think fiction added anything to life and I didn't think I could be with anyone who thought that. Of course, there was more to it than that. She didn't understand the concept of scarcity. I didn't understand illusion.  Irony there somewhere.