I responded with a comment on one such post, and that got me thinking more deeply about what I was trying to say.
I class myself firmly in the traditional print camp. I am not tempted to get an e-reader of any description, and I suspect it'll be a long time before I do.
I like the feel of paper
Often the cry of us techno-Luddites.
And it's true. I do like the feel of a real book in my hands. But that's no reason to despise alternatives. After all, nobody is trying to dematerialise my print collection, so the electronic revolution is hardly a threat to what I already own. And I've never been against change. In fact most of my working life has been as an agent for change. I built my own home computer back in 1979 (before Bill Gates took all the fun out of computer ownership) and I love to try new things.
In this case I get such a strong feeling that I don't even want to try, that I suspect this is just a surface rationalisation.
I need to dig deeper...
I don't trust modern technology
This is more subtle, and more credible.
The pace of change is such that today's must-have toy is tomorrow's museum piece. Why would I want to build a library on such shifting sands? Some of the books on my shelf are many decades old. What will become of the Kindle in forty years time? Will the books I purchase now still be readable? I doubt it.
Related to this is my reluctance to commit slices of my very limited time to learning new technology. My experience with PC bloatware has not been happy, everything is more troublesome than it has any right to be, and I just don't want to invest that time in what is likely to be a dead end.
And yet most of the music I listen to now is on an iPod. I hardly ever get out one of my stack of CDs, and the ephemeral nature of my current collection is not something I worry about.
No, this excuse doesn't quite cut it either.
It is threatening my dream!
Now this is more like it.
When I started writing, just over six years ago, e-books were barely on the horizon. Self publishing was still the poor relation to traditional print, the option of choice for some niche markets, but the choice of last resort for many.
I dreamed of finishing a novel. That, alone, was a significant step. But beyond that was the dream of being taken seriously by someone in the profession, of gaining some measure of acceptance in this big and frightening world, and finally of holding my own book in my own hands and seeing it on the shelves of my local bookstore.
E-publishing is threatening my dream.
If I were to go that route, I would never be able to hold the tangible results in my hands, nor see it on a shelf. If I self-publish, I am giving up on the mark of acceptance that getting an agent or publisher would denote.
I am seeing my dream washed away on the tide of technology. That is why I am so hostile to it.