Those of us who write for and love print indulge in a fair amount of gallows' humor these days. We chuckle about being dinosaurs, about how we'll soon be out of work (my Plan B--the Chanel counter at Nordstrom, save me a place, ladies!), about how every job today requires not just excellent writing skills, but also the ability to work with the Adobe CreativeSuite, handle social media, understand content management systems, and gee, wouldn't it be nice if you could take great photos and shoot video.
Makes the ability to write a good feature story seem almost quaint. Like knitting.
It's not like I'm one of the dusty ones who's clinging to her OED like it's a life raft in a turbulet sea. I'm hep. I stole Mr. Nake-id's iPad and made it my own. I read ebooks (expanding type for aging eyes!). I have a personal brand (that and $4 will get me an almond-milk latte).
It's like we're on the Titanic, and we've already seen the movie. Say "hello" to the music industry, people, that iceberg has our name on it, too.
I guess in the meantime, we should ask the orchestra to play faster, and give thanks to editors who see us not just as a means to an end, but also as people who respond to thank yous, fun assignments and the occasional goody or two. We're all in this boat together. And, for all your hard work and consideration, I thank you back.