FIXING BLOG THINGS AND COMPLAINING AT THE SAME TIME

Fixing blog things is part of joining the blogger world circus.

I update boomerpdx and lose my subscribers?

Twitter takes a dump and I lose my blog traffic?

Facebook is unreliable?

These are examples of fixing things online AND complaining.

Waaaa. But, first . . .

If you decide to be a writer, you write.

Then write more.

Learn how to write an a poem, a short story, a novel.

Practice, practice, practice.

If you’ve been at it long enough you’ve got a cabinet full of files holding practice pages.

And you’ll never toss them because you never know if or when they may spark inspiration.

Notes from college English classes could be money, or an outline for something that makes money.

If you go the blogger route you could make money.

But first, you pay for a domain, pay for hosting, and spend hours upon hours of working to get a reader interface that doesn’t turn your stomach.

The best you can hope for is a platform and a theme that is close to what you want without breaking down every other day.

The more bells and whistles, the more plug-ins, the more chance of incompatibility.

It’s like a blind date to the prom.

Who shows up, the guy in high water, short sleeved tails, or the guy in a pastel dinner jacket?

No need to worry about the girls. They always have it together

Fixing Blog Things Is Boring?

You know what’s boring?

Driving readers away with an amateur effort.

You can hire a coder, a designer, buy traffic, and lose your writing soul in the process.

Or, you can dedicate time to fixing blog things that need work.

The weird part is when a service like WordPress updates their operating system and removes some of my favorite parts.

But, keeping one step ahead, someone created a plug-in to restore the deleted function to keep an ‘old school’ feel.

Old school?

You’ve seen this: someone in their forties calls themself ‘old school.’

Old school didn’t start in 1992, kids.

I can’t even claim ‘old school’ at 68. I mean, I could but it would feel like a reach.

To me, old school includes the first wave of baby boomers, the kids born right after WWII when Johnny came marching home and dove in.

Old School Kickback

More than a few kids in the late Forties and early Fifties had a dad working their way through PTSD and didn’t know it.

“Why is Dad such a weirdo?”

“It’s the war, honey. It changed him.”

What kind of change would you expect when the old man reads history and discovers the unit he served in was a decoy for a bigger battle?

That all of the people who died around him were sacrificed for the greater good of appeasing a General, a Field Marshall, or a sergeant you didn’t like?

Call it survivor’s guilt. Why do some people make it through hard times better than others?

Luck? Acceptable losses?

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Fast forward to the late 80’s and early 90’s and ask the local weird-ass what’s their deal?

“I was raised by hippies.”

In other words, they were born to the kids raised by combat fatigue.

Imagine the young soldier who patrolled the rear echelon in Rome or Paris or London.

They met women different than Mary Jane back home, women unaffected by Puritan mores.

A date with them was different than a date back home. Those women were shell-shocked from all of the war surrounding them, from losing family and loved ones.

And here comes Johnny with a breath of fresh air, cigarettes, and chocolate.

Mary Jane straightened them out once they got back home with help from her mother.

Call it a conservative backlash to the hedonistic lifestyle of savages in a savage land.

Is it related to the conservative backlash that followed the Summer Of Love?

People born in the mid-50’s through mid-60’s heard all about it.

Some wanted to join in.

Some wrote about it, continue to write about it.

A ‘fixing blog’ like boomerpdx is a step in the right direction.

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