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The Death of Physical Media. Rotary Club Speech 03/30/2022

               Good morning.  Physical Media.  Encyclopedias, DVDs, books, magazines, newspapers, vinyl records, CDs; they’ve all become more obsolete than we care to admit.  I can't remember the last time I saw someone under the age of 45 willingly buy a newspaper.  Most people would ask “what’s the use?”  Everything that people would ever need is right in their hands.  This tiny electronic box that can answer more questions than any one book ever could.  Today I will be using the Rotary 4-Way Test to speak on Physical Media and how to fix our technology craze.  Is it the truth?  Is it fair to all concerned?  Will it build goodwill and better friendships?  And will it be beneficial to all concerned?  First, is it the truth?  Well, about 7 percent of adults in the past decade have stopped reading books altogether.  It’s a strong hunch to say that the Baby Boomers and maybe ...

Pants. Pants. Pants.

  It should come to people’s attention that I’m a well off and non-closeted pantser when it comes to writing.  There are writers out there who plan longer than they write in a day.  Then there’s fellows like Stephen King, Jerry Jenkins and me, who identify as pantsers.  Writers who write by the seat of their pants; we virtually pull words and paragraphs and books out of our pants, slap them on paper and expect it to be good.  With the well known writers, they’ll always do fine, but the little guys—like me—are left behind in the dust.  A lone, musty dust that clouds my eyes and sprinkles my hair with particles.  Staring blankly isn’t easily avoided if you’re a pantser or not, it’s a known fact that writer’s block is bound to hit the best of us.  I’m not the best, but I consider myself enough of a writer to experience it fully.  That’s fair.  What’s next?  Maybe he’ll go into a bar and shoot that couple dancing and slamming martinis ...

I’m A Writer…

I’d like to say a few words before I begin.  Thanks Jim Thompson.  Alright, from the top.  My name is Dyer.  Drake Dyer.  I’m a rising senior at Hendersonville High School, thriving off of nothing except my recently published book and the art of writing as a whole.  My life started prematurely, at just six weeks from my due date.  I was four pounds and ten ounces.  I was born Monday, April 4th, 2005 at 10:42p.m.  My twin sister was born two minutes before me, and often rubs that rash more than I can accept.  It gets irritating from time to time, but nothing I’m not used to.  Let’s get started, shall we.  If writing were in any kind of prescribed supplement, I'd be first in line to take a few bottles and overdose on it.  It's something that I can struggle with--and have with before--but can succeed with once in the flow of my brain.  It comes easier when I'm stressed or angry.  It took me six days to finish writin...