Image from page 274 of ‘Finland in the Nineteenth Century: by Finnish authors. Illustrated by Finnish artists. (Editor, L. Mechelin.) The British Library @ Flickr Commons; Wikipedia Commons
Since finding my way to the networking possibilities with a few blogs and happened-upon websites, I’ve discovered not only how many kindred souls seem to be available through cyberspace and electronic technology, I’ve come to realize how lonely I’ve been of recent years. The sensation is a bit like having been through an illness that you didn’t recognize the severity of until you began to feel normal again.
The truth is that I have craved writerly contacts more than I would have thought possible. I’d hate for that to sound like someone with a terminal case of intellectual snobbery. If I’ve read something that rings bells in the ‘little gray cells,’ I have too few ears to catch the same reverberations if I point it out. If you can remember those first days of being in love when everything beautiful or awful struck you as requiring the reaction of the object of your affections, you know the sort of what I’m talking about.
The Internet has become the conduit to confidants I didn’t know I needed, and now I behave as though I couldn’t survive without them. Actually, I doubt if I could.
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