I thought my debut blog post would be all about writing or kids or my plans for the future, but after the experience I just had setting up my blog I decided that was what I needed to write about first. This post will be all about ignoring things and broken things, and ignoring broken things—still appropriate as a mother of two.
It all started three years ago when I set up my website. I made it look all pretty, added some content and then…kind of just ignored it. Which in turn broke it.
Yes. It broke my website. I ignored updates, I ignored plugins, I ignored everything related to that beautiful little website, until one day I logged into my admin account and the thing was broken. So what did I do?
I ignored my broken website.
Fast forward a year or so and I decided that maybe I should actually use my website for something more. I really wanted to try blogging, which meant I had to stop ignoring things and actually try to make the website work.
Only problem? I had no idea how to do so. I spent my entire day doing something I had a lot of practice with: ignoring. This time, though, it was my poor children I ignored. I probably spent five hours on the internet, trying to understand things like FTP and PHP and CPanel…trying to remember passwords that had been invented three years ago, and then trying to fix things I didn’t understand. In the end I got on a live chat with someone and hoped they could help me fix it.
Oh, I love Tech Support!
Of course, they told me that I had to do it all myself, so what happened? I broke it worse.
Man. I hate Tech Support.
After hours of trying to fix it and asking about the problem on a support forum where the responses told me to do exactly what I’d done, I decided to hand it over to someone who actually knew what they were doing. So I went to Fiverr and paid fifteen bucks for someone to fix it for me. It was done in less than two hours. Best fifteen bucks I’ve ever spent.
We made an excellent dinner to celebrate my working website, but we thoughtlessly put a bowl of boiled eggs on the table, right above my laptop. Fate would have it, the eggs fell off, the water in the bowl landed right on top of my keyboard, and now I’m writing this paragraph without the use of the letters i, r, s, u, w, a bunch of numbers, and no delete button or left arrow. I get to copy and paste all the letters I’m missing, which is incredibly difficult and annoying, so I’ll simply finish this on another computer.
Ah. That’s better. It took me about half an hour to write that darn paragraph. You don’t realize how much you use a few letters until they’re missing. Of course, if I had a brain like Mark Dunn (Author of Ella Minnow Pea) I could have simply written that paragraph without the use of any of those letters. I was simply amazed that anyone could write a book like that, however, so I don’t think I’ll give it a try right now. (Never read Ella Minnow Pea? Perhaps I will write a book review of it soon. It was a wonderful novel where each chapter uses progressively less and less letters in the alphabet. An excellent read.)
Oh yes. That’s another thing about my blog posts. I will probably–actually, most likely–ramble.
That said, I hope you’ll join me on this adventure…and I hope a miracle will happen and my laptop’s keyboard will somehow be resurrected.
Have fun, and enjoy the writing.