Give Me One More Chance
I should be writing on City. I fritter the day away trying to figure out all these platforms. I need to feel comfortable in a resource. As with life, all these platforms keep changing.
And don't even get me started on Facebook. Ugh, what a hold it has on me. It should be my tool for advertising, but I doom scroll or as I call it dead scrolling. I feel dead afterwards.
Summer time blues hitting the house with a crash. Cloudy, humid and feels like rain, but none in the forecast. My husband oscillates on station, waiting for me to go back to work. We have a bad habit started when he was only home on weekends of waiting to do something with each other. Finally, he left to get work done on his motorcycle. Time slips as I try to figure this out. Be productive. I guess playing around will help in the future.
I think I have Word. I tried again last night, when I should have gone to bed, my time to read in the quiet. I remembered my password for Apple. Getting to Word stalled but I think after a hiatus, I will be breezing through with it. I pray.
I think how I hardly ever mention God or Jesus in my posts. I have many reasons for that. Jesus makes the fabric of my life. Like in book of Esther, God's name is never mentioned, yet He is all over it. God works through me.
Lately, I don't want to be preached to by too many being self righteous. I live by the Golden Rule. I don't want to sound self righteous. I don't want to be pegged into a hole. I do want to tell stories that uplift. So like that swampland, when am I getting to that in my writing?
I drew up a plan for writing yesterday. I will stay on Substack, as it doesn't cost me anything. I guess "nothing ventured, nothing gained." I do enjoy some of the articles. I just seem to pick up bots, you know the widowers, retired military, clean looking older men. Sure.
I will try Ghost more than a month trial. I think I will wait it out till October. I signed up for 6.0 version, which seems to have more reach. The question is did I do it yesterday, Monday or this morning? I feel I never get any confirmation.
I stayed on Medium but not as a paying member. I wasn't sure at one time if I wanted to give them my money. I think I will, soon, because I actually make some money on it. I can't read the whole way through many articles because I'm not a paying member, and the writing seems interesting and helpful. Maybe engaging more on that platform again will have a pay off.
Facebook there is no pay off. I just get in heated arguments and I sure don't want that with strangers. I do, as most of us, enjoy seeing the photos of family and friends. I take pleasure in sharing my photos of nature. I pray to lift someone's spirit. Facebook helps in some ideas. I'm on several historical pages and the old images of times gone by inspire me.
So, this is the plan for the fall as I head into another school year. I have to be sleek with my time. I did a lot on Medium the time I worked at the school in 2022. But then, the platform changed and all the community I built seemed elusive. Short story brewing. I wanted to write one, "Escape from Facebookland," but I am afraid if I finish it, I will escape. Do I really want that? I've asked for a long time, like over a decade. I know the answer and I need AA. Or some kind of help group.
Well, I've tinkled my keyboard and I'm set in a writing mood. The sun has trickled through the light cloud cover, the wind beating the branches. I'm alone again. I pray to write. I'm in a good spot on a chapter of City. I haven't figured out seeing the calculation of my word count, yet. But it seems to be about forty five pages. My goal of having a rough draft by August 13 seems to be not accomplished, but then again, I'm a NaNoWriMo winner. Words can happen.
Plus, the kids are not back till August 19th. I can get a few more writing days, if I stop frittering and wondering how to get a steady income on a platform. I will write today, before the husband returns. And then, my hour of Vitamin D.
