I’ve been writing about technology for a couple of years now. The money is trickling in, but I’d still rather write about it than sit at a desk as a Tier 2 implementation engineer. I never went through the rigors of study to be a top engineer, and I rode the wave of technical innovation, but now it seems that connectivity has become a commodity and most network engineers have been put out to pasture. Why build a network from scratch when you can create a virtual one with a few clicks of the mouse?
After all these years, I find technology a fickle friend. She’s fine when there’s a new infrastructure to roll out, but once it’s going any college grad can do the work for a lot less. Nowadays I’m happy just being a user and hoping she gives me no trouble.
I’m reading Hemingway’s memoir “A Moveable Feast”. He quit journalism to write stories and wrote about how hungry he became. An advantage of fiction — as opposed to dry technology journalism — is that the author can include the quirks of his own personality. He tells a friend in the book, “I know. I can write them. But nobody will buy them. There is no money coming in since I quit journalism.”
Well, I quit technology. But to quit technology journalism would be a clear sign that I’m fed up with her and want something more. A technology career can be a cumbersome life for a creative soul.