I’m taking part in the 24-hour short story contest that I mentioned as a market yesterday, which is why I’m here writing a blog post. 😉 I wrote the story in my head while I cleaned the kitchen earlier today and then I wrote it on the computer, which was much harder than in my head. Now, I’m cogitating, trying to think of something amusing to add to it. My funny bone is still capricious–bothersome thing. Can you replace or reboot your funny bone?
A couple of weeks ago, I upgraded my site
because I’m stupid so I could see what it would be like to have access to all of these plug-ins and other things. Yep, I am nerdy like that. I didn’t actually start playing with said plug-ins until this week. Indeed, it took me two weeks to get up the nerve to start breaking my blog.
And break my blog, I did. In numerous ways that had me
crying sobbing talking to the support guys. Things adjusted themselves. I tried to do a “search” on my own site, which I do frequently because in three years I have made 3,336 (soon to be 7) posts and search is just easier, and only retrieved the most recent post. I “searched” for Scout and he was no where to be found. Scout?! [more sobs]
I fixed the few things I could figure out how to fix (the search issue was one of them–I learned how to hit the index button!) and the support guys, bless them, fixed the others: “[sob (of course they heard that through typed-in chat)] I can no longer access Gutenberg although the button’s there taunting me.”
I’m learning by trial and error, literally. I think it will make me
crazy numb more learned in the long run.
- Earlier this week, Mother Nature tried to make Washington, DC float away. She was minimally successful.
- I received good news about being accepted into an anthology, now I just have to write the story. I’ll share specifics soon.
- I wrote a bad poem about choosing to be happy and that’s been my mantra this week. Be happy regardless. Or at least try.
Hopefully you all have had a good week! I’ll leave you with Norah and “Summertime.”
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