Hubbing Widows And First Impressions About Hubbers
You have ofcourse heard of grass widowers and golf widows. But is there anything like a Hubbing widow or widower? I don’t know. What I do know is that ever since I became a Hubber two weeks ago, thanks to Shalini, a talented and prolific writer, my wife is wondering what has happened to me. I seem to be suffering from the opposite of writer’s block. Is there a term for it? The need to bang those not-so-dainty fingertips on the keyboard ( the term “putting pen to paper” has sadly become invalid) is surprisingly strong. As fellow Hubber Feline Prophet points out, for someone who took 20 years to write four hubs, my output has suddenly increased. Adding another seven in a few days.
I would meanwhile like to share my first impressions about Hubbers from the few pieces I have read. I will repeat these are just a few pieces. The good things first (what was it Shakespeare wrote about the good that men do being interred with their bones). There is a huge amount of talent out there. Virtually every article I have read, speaks of class. Well-written, informative and eminently readable. If there is one well-meant criticism, it is that a fair degree of back-slapping seems to go on. Could one see some constructive criticism as well? Especially the more experienced could, I am sure, suggest improvements to the new kids on the block. These should ofcourse be taken by the writer in the spirit they are made.
Another good thing is the amount of help every hubber seems to want to give. On everything from relationships to sex to cameras and how to make money. Subjects which I am sure are of importance to all hubbers. There is also a surprisingly high degree of openness. Hubbers are ready to share their most intimate feelings. Even on sad happenings such as broken marriages.
There is such a diverse set of topics one comes across in hubpages that ideas are being forever sparked off in my brain. Unfortunately there is only one brain (of sorts) and two sets of digits to process and handle all the information. There is so much to read that 24 hours are just not enough.
One thing that interests me is why some people assume pseudonyms and fake identities. I have no idea what the percentages are like but seems even stevens to me. Between those who call themselves “Invader 1” and a put up a photograph of a wrestler. And those who put up their own pictures and call themselves by their real names. One reason could be the need for security in a virtual world where one cannot distinguish the real from the fake, where things may not always be what they seem. Speaking for myself, it is important to show that what you see is what you get. It would in any case be interesting for me to hear from fellow hubbers – both those who reveal themselves and those who don’t.
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