Writers (both storytelling and informative) have a set of skills that is very useful but also entirely redundant unless in a well-developed society.
Humanity will always share information because d’uh. And we will always tell stories and make art, because that is just part of the human experience. But without the overload of information and media AND overspecialisation of labour that comes with an industrial society –
– We’d just revert to the olden ways where information spreads from person to person organically (there is a lot less of it to go around, after all) and stories/art are just made up by whomever.
Before television and radio, before most people were able to read, people would make up stories to amuse themselves and their friends while doing work. Tall tales around the campfire. Spooky stories while churning butter. These were all things people did in pre-industrial times.
But there would be no need for someone who is ‘just’ a teller of stories or a sharer of information. So I’d either drop dead or, more realistically, get my ass down with doing manual labour (hey, I might not know how to grow plants, but the amount of time I spend at the gym has gotta be good for something in post-apocalyptia) and save my creative skills to amuse my community during downtime. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
[shakes head]
Writers (both storytelling and informative) have a set of skills that is very useful but also entirely redundant unless in a well-developed society.
Humanity will always share information because d’uh. And we will always tell stories and make art, because that is just part of the human experience. But without the overload of information and media AND overspecialisation of labour that comes with an industrial society –
– We’d just revert to the olden ways where information spreads from person to person organically (there is a lot less of it to go around, after all) and stories/art are just made up by whomever.
Before television and radio, before most people were able to read, people would make up stories to amuse themselves and their friends while doing work. Tall tales around the campfire. Spooky stories while churning butter. These were all things people did in pre-industrial times.
But there would be no need for someone who is ‘just’ a teller of stories or a sharer of information. So I’d either drop dead or, more realistically, get my ass down with doing manual labour (hey, I might not know how to grow plants, but the amount of time I spend at the gym has gotta be good for something in post-apocalyptia) and save my creative skills to amuse my community during downtime. ¯_(ツ)_/¯