If this is my blog, it must be Tuesday. (In real time, it’s actually Monday, but why quibble over details? We live in a virtual age.)
So, in an effort to lessen any lingering confusion on the part of my loyal and very patient readers, here’s what started this whole strange odyssey. I was kvetching about cyber-gremlins constantly consuming a paragraph or two of my blog entries—if not the whole entire output. One of you commented, quite astutely I might add, that I ought to compose offline and then do the copy-and-paste thing when I was ready to actually post my ramblings.
Good idea! (Why didn’t I think of that? Well, because I just didn’t, that’s all. When it comes to technology, I’m at the telegraph stage.) This way, I would have a hard copy of the entry—no more work vanishing forever into some invisible black hole.
Sounded good to me.
Anyway, I sat down and wrote my heart out and when I went to copy-and-paste—guess what? None of the commands worked. Jen was away on a trip, so I couldn’t consult her. Attempts were made to solve the problem, some of them from across country, but it was no dice. ERRRGGG.
As of today, however, Jen is back from her travels. She solved the problem (operator error, of course) in no time and I was finally able to post Friday’s blog on Monday—embarrassing, since I bragged about blogging every day last week. I did compose the thing then. Sigh.
What a jumble.
This morning, I wrote steadily for a couple of hours, then went in for a routine eye-exam. No, it was not a convenient time, especially since I was on a roll with the story, but then, things like that are never convenient, at least for me. Still, I need new glasses, so I bit the bullet. One of my intentions for this year, in fact, is to keep my appointments if humanly possible—thanks to my ADD, I have a bad habit of rescheduling haircuts, dentist visits, medical exams, etc.—anything that involves sitting still for longer than five minutes. Even writing is a challenge sometimes, for the same reason, but once I pass through this screen and into the world of my imagination, it’s all systems go.
I promised to expand on Friday’s blog, with more of the Things That Work for Me, and I will.
Tomorrow. Which means Wednesday, even though tomorrow is actually Tuesday.
I’m so confused. 🙂
About Linda
The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.
Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.
