In which Sir Ed Word appears on local television
… and the Party commences!
You know the scene at the end of Back to the Future when the geeky dad is transformed into a cool dude, and the boxes of his new adventure novel are delivered to their home? … I feel a bit like that today!
stay tuned …
(official public release soon to be announced …)
Thousands of years ago, when cavemen still roamed the rest of the world, kingdoms and advanced technology thrived in the mysterious East. The oldest surviving story on Earth tells of a king who was forced to banish his beloved son to the wilderness. This noble heir to the throne is believed by some to have been a benevolent deity incarnated in human form, who came to teach mankind the highest qualities of selfless love. But our science could find no evidence of the fantastic events of that lost culture, when men and beasts spoke with each other and demons stole flying machines from the gods. There was no proof until a little boy from modern times stumbled back through the thick curtain of time, into the most thrilling period of prehistory, to participate in events that would shape the entire human race. At last, we know the truth….
In 1995 I was intending to buy a typewriter to start writing stories, but someone told me to get a computer instead, because you can delete your mistakes. They suggested I contact a mutual friend who had computer experience. It turned out (happily!) that he was one of the relatively few Mac users in Austria at that time (there was one small Mac repair/retail shop in the whole of Austria then). I ordered a Powerbook 150 (with 240 MB — not GB — hard drive! 4 MB RAM, and tiny black and white screen) from the USA. It was the beginning of a priceless creative relationship which is still improving and expanding today. I’ve since upgraded my hardware every four or five years (my second Powerbook enabled me to taste —in color! — the early fruits of the World Wide Web) and got my first iPod in 2002, before they became universally popular. (And I’ve had my @mac — now @me — email address and web services for ten years running, which I can now even access from my ‘iPhone’.)
PC users argue that there’s nothing special about Macs, but it comes down to a simple preference based on the user’s inclination to work more with the left or right side of the brain. A mechanical (dryer) user will find Windows just fine, thank you very much; but a more artistic (wetter) user will enjoy the fun/intuitive/elegant style of Macs much more, smiling occasionally down upon the sarcastic PC fan.
We’ve come a long way along the road of creative communication. Let’s hope there may be many more Steve Jobs’ out here among the creative generation of babies and youngsters growing up in our midst.
Happy trails, Steve.
Best wishes, Ed
Mama Mia — how time does fly! Sorry for the gap. I’ll be back with you shortly. Presently on the road.
(sent from a WIFI hotspot somewhere in the middle of England)
As I clasp my hand tightly in yours,
from my heart emerges a solemn wish:
that happiness and wisdom will come freely to you,
and that your knowledge may be bountiful.
Also, hope that the winds of reality may be gentle,
and guide you peacefully through the tides of life –
for you are my brother, and my love for you is infinite.
Ed Saugstad, age fourteen, 1972
(a message to the human race)
(Ed’s cover for the Burnsview Junior High School yearbook, 1972-73, North Delta, Canada)
After countless hours, days and weeks of sleepless labor
Oakee Doakee has arrived at last!
If you know anyone who’s looking for a new kind of
children’s adventure book
check out my recently published creations … 😀
~ click to zip over to Oakee’s place! ~
Mumble, mumble – write, write – headscratch – scribble, doodle . . .
Oh! There you are. So nice of you to drop in. I’ve just been jotting down some mental blogger notes. How did writers prime the pumps of their inspiration before the advent of Blogging? The distant, wobbly promise of publishing in a book or magazine and, maybe, having it read by someone couldn’t really have been enough to draw out all those precious waters of literature, could it have? Speaking of water, could you just pass me that glass of it over there? – yeah – thanks . . . Ahhhh, that’s better. YOU are indispensable 😉