The Art of Writing has Died
I hate to say this but I do believe that the actual art of writing has died. When was the last time you actually sat down with a pen (or pencil) and wrote something out on paper? Or better yet, wrote in cursive writing? I don't believe my children have ever written a paper out longhand in their lives. And I'm fairly secure in betting that my grandchildren will never have to do it either.
There is a certain connection - a bond you might say - that one gets when the ink is slowly rolling across a blank white page. It is not the same feeling as when the characters appear across a blank white screen. I will never forget my joy at completing my first rough draft - hand written - in pencil - on lined paper. You see, I am left handed and for anything to be turned in with smearing across the page was a major accomplishment! It is such a tragedy for that feeling not to be shared.
The generation that has just reached adulthood and all those that follow them will not even know the feeling of writing an entire term paper -- and I mean "Writing!" = They will never know the challenges of going into a library and thumbing through the card index - one card at a time - chewing a pencil as you flip the cards. Never run out of ink in the middle of a report. All of those issues that were monumental no longer matter.
Makes you wonder what will disappear in the next fifty years.....