Have you noticed anything new in these digs? Anything? Anything? I’ve always been so jealous of those who have such writerly sites – the ones with a white background, and black font & content. Just like a sheet of paper in a typewriter.
This morning when I woke up at 4am with a sudden and unexpected fear entitled “oh-my-god-what-if-my-computer-suddenly-got-soaked-or-my-boat-sank” I knew I had to so something immediately. What would happen to my hard worked forty-one thousand, two hundred and eighty-five words that is my work-in-progress, my novel, my labor of love, my Unique – Story of a Girl?
Matters needed to be grabbed by my hands. Imminently.
So I hopped on Twitter, because I’d been @’ed. Then I clicked on my Instagram because some of my new pic peeps were dialoging with me. My response was needed. Then I followed through with my other guilty pleasure: Hello Facebook!
Once all these matters had been settled, I followed through with other important and urgent matters. I re-designed my blog. Ta-daaa! What you see is what you get. Black on white, bitches!
The whole time I had a nagging feeling.
My dishes are clean, and put away. My face is washed. I’ve eaten nearly half a baguette with aged cheddar, and raspberry jam. I’ve added the item “raspberry jam” to my shopping list. I checked my Facebook notifications. Again. Followed new peeps on Instagram. Pimped others on Twitter.
I still had that nagging feeling.
Looked into my hotmail junk box, because one never knows. Found an invitation to join a local writers’ group THIS SATURDAY. Replied with an obvious “Fuck yeah, bitches!” after clicking on the this-is-not-junk button.
That nagging feeling would not leave me alone.
I launched my beloved Scrivener so’s that I could’s write’s some more’s. And then. BOOM! The light came on. I advertised my new blog look on FB asking (begging) for feedback.
No really. I did all that before saving my entire novel (hee hee, it still makes me giggle) and emailing it to myself. The ol’ save it to your free online foolproof method of keeping documents secure and secret method. Unique can now rest easy. She will not drown into the abyss of the Pacific Ocean.
I’m stealing El Guapo‘s Polling idea. I need your opinion and I clearly cannot think for myself: