Saturday, March 19, 2016
Have you ever tried to log in on a device and not been able to remember your password?
Have you ever tried recovering your password where all your emails are connected through your cell phone?
Welcome to a Writers Workshop, Recovering Passwords. You could write a novel based on the password recovery process these days.
Long gone are the "what is you mothers maiden name" insert the answer and welcome back to your account. Now, it's cell phone codes, what was the last password you remember, send an email to your recovery email account (assuming you can remember the password to that account - which I didn't) answer the Captcha symbol where certain numbers always look like a letter but the Google images makes me think that my own street address numbers will eventually show up, reset your password, would you like to add another email account in case you can't back in like you just have (no thank you), confirm your new password, add a safety image so that when you do log back in the image you have selected will identify that you are not at a phishing site, reconfirm, please log out to ensure that the changes are made, log back in on the cell phone - laptop - tablet - desktop - the work computer - the work laptop, answer all the "your password was changed on another device notification and did you authorize such password change" question on each of the devices, and reload the web page.
I forgot why I was going into the email anyway.
Got my 30 minutes writing completed for today.
Saturday, March 12, 2016
The major project - back on the query trail.
Another anthology book has accepted one of my stories.
The local newspaper is looking at my articles again.
All is good within the writing world.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
I have been a resident of the United States just on 11 years. I am an accomplished writer, published in a number of magazines and books.
I never expected that my writing would take on such admiration from those whom have no contact with me. I'm not talking about distant fans, I'm referring to those whom once were part of my life, who's own choice was to have nothing to do with my life, who apparently seem unable to let me continue on with my own life, without them peering in.
Stalker? Crazed fan? Or just crazy?
Recently I discovered that my professional life has drawn the attention of someone, who's last conversation with me about seven years ago included the words "We need to have better communication." I haven't heard from them since, and they have gone on to omit notifications, that they would have expected from me.
The internet leaves a digital trail everywhere you go. If you're going to peer in on my life, and want to remain anonymous, you probably shouldn't do it while logged into your own profile.
Saturday, February 20, 2016
There will come a time when"those" will look upon the actions of "them" and ask themselves, "How did we let it get to be this way?"
And those in the know will turn to them and say "You did it to yourself."
As the plans commence from the Day of Righteous, it is not without notice that another Date of Infamy arrives. Had not the loss been, I would not be the writer that I am now. Someday, that story may appear in a book, maybe in a Chicken Soup for the Soul publication. They will read and wonder "How did we let it get to be this way?"
You let it be.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
On the Day of Righteous,
Look over the fence back at the barren earth.
Feel the grass between your toes,
Smell the fresh cut green.
Be gracious -
Your work is done.
- a discarded paragraph from The Book of Pioneer.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Nothing I like better on a Saturday night, my designated writing time, then tending to the necessities of the business week.
I might write during the business week to make amends.
Saturday, January 2, 2016
To the First Fans: thank you for your wishes. Recovery is underway and I have returned to work.
In Brisbane Australia, comes the story of a Family Law Court Judge who awarded custody to the father of three children, after finding that the mother engaged in parental alienation by coaching their children in lies. Not surprisingly, the grandmother of the children was equally culpable in the lies and deceit.
One father's work to remain in contact with his children, has not been in vain.