Website woes and wins!

What's a writer to do when she ships WIPs to Beta-readers? Update, or in my case, build an entirely new website. 

My old website was on Weebly. But I purchased Managed Wordpress and a dot com address through a different provider, so...

Unable to port my Weebly site (easily in a way I could manage without a Website Guru glued to my side) I decided to build new. What an adventure!

I discovered a number of things:

1. It's not as hard as one might think
2. It's as challenging as one might think
3. It speaks to my creative side
4. It challenged my analytical side
5. Searching for free stock photos is fun
6. Adapting and modifying free stock photos is even more fun
7. Creating a header and tag line...well, I did it
8. Deciding what pages to include and what to include on the pages...tough. And rewarding
9. I like the color scheme
10. I have no idea what else it needs, technically or creatively
11. It, like me and my writing, is a work-in-progress and subject to change
12. I'm happy with the result

Now, I really need to open Word and get to work on a new WIP!

DA

There are no rules. Just follow your heart. ~Robin Williams

Saturated

I've been scarce lately. Online, that is. My family still finds me routinely annoying in person, but fortunately they love me enough to pretend I'm interesting.

Interesting.

I've been musing that word for a while now, as it is in essence the reason I've been avoiding social media for months. I no longer find it interesting. I'm numb. Saturated. Cooked. Boiled. Sodden...however you want to describe it, I am full to here with Social Media. So, for peace of mind and care of soul, I have consciously stepped back, stopped adding to incessant online noise and turned inward, and toward, more personal interactions.

I joined Yoga. With a friend. It's wonderful. Not only the flexibility and relief from tension I'm enjoying, but the twice-weekly face-to-face chats I have with my friend. I love it. I love her. There's some conversations you just can't have over a smart phone. Texts and voicemail messages have their place, but they should not replace real relationships. I'm also writing more. It feels good.

I am not saying that I don't love Social Media. OK, I am saying that I don't love Social Media. But nor do I hate it. I'm simply full, uncomfortable the way one is after over-indulging on Turkey, mashed potatoes, and wine at Christmas dinner. I need to get up and walk it off, unbutton my jeans and breathe, vow to drink nothing but Kale juice and water for the next six months until I can sit down again without feeling like I might pop. So...

If you've wondered, I am here. Just not Here. As much.

For now.

D.

Let the world know you as you are, not as you think you should be, because sooner or later, if you are posing, you will forget the pose, and then where are you? Fanny Brice