The mind (of an eclectomaniac - my own made up word for the record) - the nature of one who writes content for a wide selection of genres, playing with pathos while hungering for humor, often releasing full-on silliness directly after a sentence fraught with serious -  is a horrible thing to waste.

And I know there are others out there just like me (there must be) - the ones who write for pleasure and profit, filling the pages of a work in progress with poetry and prose, oftentimes run-on sentences, while still using acronyms and emojis on social media and texts, albeit reluctantly...am I right?

I often wonder where we're headed in the art of writing and how short written communication will become. Think about it. We've basically come full circle – ancient symbols, hieroglyphics, sentences, Morse code, novellas, lengthy tomes, blurbs, texts, and emojis. We've returned to the beginning of literary time. What next? Will lengthy novels such as War and Peace, and Don Quixote be welcomed back into the mainstream? Or have our minds withered, like atrophied muscles seldom used, barely able to string together a coherent sentence much less a paragraph?

Fearful thoughts creep in. Will the next generation ignore Roget's magnificent offerings? Words like apprehensive for fearful, exhilarated for excited, or disoriented for lost?

Even Julius Caesar in 47 BC wrote, "I came, I saw, I conquered," not, "I came, I saw, I won." 

S. Deborah Desser © 2025