One would think that for someone who was on the internet within a year of its inception, and who has followed the modern expanse of things in the "tech" world as they occurred, I might be more savvy about something as simple as a blog. But, no. Much of what I know about computers and software and etc., I got by osmosis from those close to me.
One day last week, I lost control of this blog. No one else online could see that entire pages had gone missing, nor that headings suddenly misrepresented their content. Only I could see this. Fortunately, I had published a blog post, which promised a new poem, just before this mishap took place.
Unfortunately, in order to post that new poem, titled Phantom in the Crowd, I had to repair the damage first. Otherwise, I would also be publishing my broken blog. Eventually, I was able to rebuild the missing pages and re-assign each heading, but all the while I felt an unrelenting pressure to get that promised poem where it ought to be.
Meanwhile, I continue to work on new poems which keep springing to mind. Some of them are a thrill to write, while others seem to cause me more difficulty than they ought. In one case, the initial idea was intriguing, but I started to lose my way after only a few lines. I've decided to let it sit for awhile on my mental shelf.
Losing one's way while writing is like walking into smoke; all the things you thought you saw disappear, right before you, as you enter the haze . I have come to learn that finding them again usually requires that I allow the smoke to settle out, and to try again once the air starts to clear. There is no point in fighting with an obscured image.
However, tomorrow, I will be taking the day off from writing, and from posting here, because tomorrow is my birthday! My family has intimated that we will be very busy all day long. Owing to my love of surprises, they are withholding the details from me, and I grow increasingly excited as this evening moves on. So, nite nite, blog. I'll see you again in a few days.
One day last week, I lost control of this blog. No one else online could see that entire pages had gone missing, nor that headings suddenly misrepresented their content. Only I could see this. Fortunately, I had published a blog post, which promised a new poem, just before this mishap took place.
Unfortunately, in order to post that new poem, titled Phantom in the Crowd, I had to repair the damage first. Otherwise, I would also be publishing my broken blog. Eventually, I was able to rebuild the missing pages and re-assign each heading, but all the while I felt an unrelenting pressure to get that promised poem where it ought to be.
Meanwhile, I continue to work on new poems which keep springing to mind. Some of them are a thrill to write, while others seem to cause me more difficulty than they ought. In one case, the initial idea was intriguing, but I started to lose my way after only a few lines. I've decided to let it sit for awhile on my mental shelf.
Losing one's way while writing is like walking into smoke; all the things you thought you saw disappear, right before you, as you enter the haze . I have come to learn that finding them again usually requires that I allow the smoke to settle out, and to try again once the air starts to clear. There is no point in fighting with an obscured image.
However, tomorrow, I will be taking the day off from writing, and from posting here, because tomorrow is my birthday! My family has intimated that we will be very busy all day long. Owing to my love of surprises, they are withholding the details from me, and I grow increasingly excited as this evening moves on. So, nite nite, blog. I'll see you again in a few days.
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