I'm Officially Back - Oh Boy!

So, my website content, after having a nice vacation floating around unknown regions in the ether, has returned to me. I've loaded the past posts onto this blog and hopefully it will not decide to wander ever again.

My posts from here on out will be at this location. Nice and simple. I apologize to those who preferred the other site.

Wherein One Gets Embarrased

Well this is... embarrassing. My wherewanders website has been down now for over a month. I've emailed, online chatted and called many different platforms and am starting to see some light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm telling you; it's just not worth all this hassle. I've decided that someone like me should not have an independent website. I should be posting in a nice safe place where strange things don't happen, like here.

Sorry folks. I know some of you preferred the wherewanders site but frankly, I just don't have the technological savvy for such a thing.

So hang on. Once I've retrieved the rest of my content, which is currently wandering in unknown corners of cyber space, I will finish transferring all to this blog and wherewanders will rest in peace. It lived a miserable life and it's the only merciful thing to do.

What Happens When an Idiot Tries to Blog

So my wherewanders.com blog is down AGAIN. It's hopelessly broken. I need my in residence website repair team (my son) to fix it, but since he works full time and is attending college he doesn't have a lot of time for these things and I can't simply go whimpering off to him every time I manage to kill said website. Who knows how long it will be flat-lining????

As you may have noticed, I've been revamping this blogspot blog and transferring the posts that used to be here and adding posts that were written at wherewanders. This is because I'm tired of being stupid. BlogSpot allows me to be as inept as I please and my blog still works. 

Switching blog sites not once, but twice is blogging suicide, but apparently I care more for my own sanity than yours! Good luck finding me! 

Anyway, blogging was supposed to be a hobby, a relaxing hobby... not one that makes me want to destroy things. So welcome back! Browse around! Enjoy! I'm going to go punch something...

Scheduled Fluidity

This whole 'scheduled post' thing is not working for me. Once a week was too regimented. Once a month is too lackadaisical.

Honestly, I live my life in between the two. Scheduled fluidity. Naturally I'm a fluid, go with the flow, laid back sort. Out of necessity I've learned to be scheduled and organized. I'm flexible like that.

So here's what I'm going to do - post whenever I feel like it, but I'll do it regularly, just not on a specific schedule.

Writing is a hobby for me. A hobby. An avocation. As in, not a deadly serious career. I'm not trying to make money off my blog, so why drive myself crazy over it and force myself to stick to a schedule? Isn't this why I decided to go straight to self publishing? So there were no deadlines and no pressure?

This will hereby, forthwith, be a no pressure blog.

On a side note, I really miss blogger. Is that bad? I know this website is all official and makes it so I own my own content and all, but I don't like using it. It's not friendly to techno-idiots like me.
There's always a price to be paid for freedom.

Editors note: I'm back! I had endured enough torture and came to my senses. 

Distraction

Okay, so this blog is becoming a true and serious distraction. I really will have to start posting once a month. I'm thinking the first of the month maybe? There are so many things I'm supposed to do today and I'm thinking this shouldn't be one of them.

Anyway, have a great day! I'll see you in October!

Priorities

Oh! Hi! uh, heh, heh.... cough... ahem. I may or may not have ... forgotten... to post yesterday... The truth is life got in the way. I've been pretty busy these days.

I've noticed something. The more time I  put into blogging the less time I put into writing books. I know, I know, I have yet to get any of these oft spoken of books out there but I've been pretty consistent with blogging which just goes to prove my point.

I keep thinking I should keep the blogging down to once a month so I'll put more time into other forms of writing and actually get something published! Gasp!

That way everyone can ignore that too. How fun!

Maybe that's an advantage people have that plan to publish the traditional way. They've always got someone breathing down their neck to finish things while I simply keep procrastinating things into oblivion.

Well, anyway I really ought to get back to it and get a few more chapters written, but I've got this really pressing task of staring at the neighbor's bunny ahead of me. (We're bunny sitting.) After all,
I've got to keep my priorities straight.

Wherein I'm Not as Stupid as I Thought

All horrible things must come to an end. I tell myself that all the time. Anyway, after much frustration, my technological difficulties have been sorted out...for now.

Posts on this blog will resume. Life will go on. Someday I'll get a technological clue. Miracles will happen.

And one day there will be world peace.


Editors note: This was posted during my unfortunate foray into the world of having my own website. I have since repented. 

Oops!

Ahem...cough... heh, heh....

Due to technological fumbling, yesterday's post did not happen.

Nor will it happen today, because some of us struggle to navigate modern enigmas.

So instead, I will be posting about once a month for a while, since time is short and so is intelligence, apparently.

The Anti-Interview

The problem with me is that I'm too picky about everything I read. There was a point as a child when I liked just about everything. Then I grew up. Now I'm too discriminating, or critical, depending on how you look at it.

I don't even like my own books. What am I supposed to do if interviewed?

Q. How did you come up with the idea for your first book?'
A. I started writing and it happened.
Q. Which is your favorite book?
A. I don't have a favorite. I hate them all.
Q. Why don't you like them?
A. Clearly, you haven't read my blog, or you would know.
Q. Why do you pursue writing if you don't like what you write?
A. I ask myself that all the time.

The truth is, there comes a point in my creative process where a sordid sort of absolute detestation takes place toward the offspring of my imagination. That's how I know it's finished.
Because, really, if I look at it one more time, I'm going to delete it and start something else that's just plain awful.

It's like Degas who was always redoing his paintings. He'd take them off his friend's walls, spirit them home and work them over again, sometimes ruining them completely. This bears eerie resemblance to myself.

Except Degas was good.

He had one friend who got tired of having the paintings swiped and decided to chain them to the wall.

I don't have anyone who can swipe my computer and lock up my novels and tell me enough is enough though.

Rats.

The Epsitolarian

People are wondering if I like this website.

I'm not sure yet. This seems strange and new. Not at all comfy like my old site. It was all broken in and familiar. I knew all the ins and outs of that one.

Okay, okay, so I didn't. But I knew more ins and outs than I do on this one. The old site was simple enough for an idiot to use. I could just bumble around frantically tapping keys and eventually something acceptable would happen. That's why I stuck with it for so long.

For those of us who are so technologically challenged we need a guide book to figure out how to unlock our front door, blogging is a mind boggling labyrinth of epic proportions. I don't know what I'll do if smart homes become the norm. Sleep on my door step a lot, I guess, or become a hobo.

So why do I do it, you wonder.

Because people don't write letters anymore.

I was a letter writer back in the day. (Waaaaayyyy back.) I loved the feeling of using pen and paper and recording thoughts with them and seeing those thoughts with my eyes. I had lots of stationary. (I still wander through stationery sections of books stores, longingly fingering the paper and deciding what I would have bought if  there had been someone to whom I could write a letter.) And buying stamps was fun.

I'm sorry to say, I didn't have very good correspondents, besides my grandma. (That's what real love does for you.) My mom sent me form letters, which I was thrilled to get, at least they came every couple of months. (What can I say? She had a lot of kids. She adores email now.) I'd write friends and family and acquaintances regularly and enthusiastically and they would eventually send off a few hastily scribbled lines in response -- more often than not, pointing out words I'd misspelled. (I get about as much written feedback on my blog as I did for my letters. And in case you haven't noticed, my blog readers aren't keen on commenting.)

And yes, I was an avid note passer in middle school and high school. And yes, I was in detention a lot.

In my naivete, I thought when email became a thing that my correspondents would be more excited about-- well--corresponding. No such luck. Then the other social media came along and I hoped that would open up new vistas. But no. I simply don't have writing-inclined friends, family and acquaintances (or even strangers for that matter).

It comes down to a love of writing. I love it - others don't. It's that simple.

But it makes me wonder how many bloggers would have been letter writers 30 or more years ago? Perhaps blogs are where all the reliable correspondents went?

And I love reading. I'll read anything. Books of all kinds, ingredient lists on food, instruction manuals, prescription labels, magazines, newspapers, letters, you name it. I love to read. I love to write. I'm the perfect pen pal.

This is the tragedy of my life.

But just as I was in my epistolary years, I'm undaunted by the lack of written enthusiasm and I keep on going anyway. I've been well trained to write in a vacuum. While technology killed pen pals, at least it opened up alternate venues for incurable writers like me. Welcome to my blog.

Neglected!

The horror! I've forgotten I have a writer's blog again! I'll never get anywhere as an author like this. I can see it now, holed up in some dingy little apartment with my nine cats and my tv, friendless, hopeless, alone.... a total failure.

Hmmmm.... actually, can I sign up for that? Would that be bad? I've got five kids running around this house (six if you count my husband) and more extended family than is natural who keep dropping in at any hour of the day and night. Is it possible to have a life that is over peopled? I'm thinking suffering for my art is taking the unique form of what could be too much family.

Maybe that's why my writing centers around family. They say write what you know and so crazy family situations seems to be what comes out in what I write.

Incidentally, I may have mentioned this before, but what I set out to write each time are mysteries. Yep. I start out with a great murder or crime and what happens? The characters take over and I come out with.....? Family Drama? Is there a genre with that title? Can I invent one? Is that ok with everyone?

Oops

Ah ha! I forgot I had this blog. I'm not even sure why I have it. Supposedly because I like to write books and people who write books have blogs about the books they write.

But what I really need is a title. I've got three books in the works but no titles. I just give them working titles of the main character's first name. Pretty sad really.

I'm Here

I'm back!! There were these situations see.... I forgot my user name, then google changed all the blogger stuff. Then I couldn't sign in... But! In a sudden stroke of inspiration my username finally hit me. After that I could request a new password and wala! Here I am!