Writing is a solitary endeavor. It's a calling that appeals to my reclusive nature. Frankly, I'd prefer to let my work speak for itself. Unfortunately, times have changed and I have to ask, could those famously reclusive authors like J.D. Salinger or Harper Lee have gained the attention they deserved in this day and age without opening up their lives? I wonder.
I was still in my teens when I chose my pen name. Yes, I use a pen name. Even then, I knew a pseudonym was the right choice for me. I would hide behind it now had my privacy not been violated by Facebook and my real name disclosed against my strong wishes to keep my public image entirely separate from my personal life. Whether I wanted to be or not, I was outed.
I'm not entirely sure I'll ever fit comfortably in the modern writer mold. I have my doubts. The trend has been to share more of yourself, not less. People turn their cameras on themselves at the drop of a hat, and I've always ducked out of pictures. Always.
That's okay. People are allowed to snap selfies. It's their choice. I'm more bothered by camera phones being turned on unsuspecting people and those photos shared indiscriminately. That's a total violation of another individual's privacy. Just because most of us have cameras on us now, doesn't automatically grant us the right to disregard the rights of another in this manner.
I guess, the more I see violations of this sort, the more vigilant I get about protecting myself from something completely beyond my control. I'm not sure if the pendulum will eventually swing back in the opposite direction or not. I suspect, now that we've opened that can of snakes, we'll never get them stuffed back into the can. But I can hope.