Today I feel frustrated, hopeful, sad, happy, dull and colourful. Three years ago I bought this website and I added about 50% of the content myself - after I had realized the "person" I trusted and paid, was actually a whole "gang" that was working very slowly.
The reason I decided to get a site was because I published my first non-fiction travel account in 2017 and I was told every "author" needs a website. I am an artist too, so why not combine all my interests? I took care of my site and then for two years nothing happened to it - even though I had published two more books in this gap.
My initial reason for getting the site was to draw attention to my "pen"- craft, but life happened and I actually became too scared to look at my website because I had forgotten how to access it. It was quite a struggle to find my own site. I contacted the service provided and drove them all crazy, but eventually I "found myself" and here we are!
Tonight, I decided to write my first blog. Even though I do not know how to link my site to Google yet, so I am not sure if it will be "legible" for others to see. If anyone reads this blog, please let me know. This blog will become my way of trying to figure out what I have been missing because I did not have a blog. Today I read that any "author" who thinks he wants to stay relevant should be become a blogger too! (I thought the website was enough!) So, here I am, at "blogger-heads" it seems with technology. I will have to kill my frustration bit by bit and replace it with a relevant and knowledgeable outlook. I must let this site and blog take my books and art for a jog. Let them run wild!
I will try to add an image each time I blog. Today I added the brochure page which says something about me. This is from our 5 Visions exhibition that was "canned" because Covid-19 "could". I hope that I am not the only one is this "digital desert" where I am wandering all alone - or so it feels.
(One hour later ... I wandered and I wondered ... God is good! I managed to get my site listed on Google "all by myself" with the help of a few tutorials and head scratches and sighs that must have become prayers.)
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