TOO OLD FOR A NEW STORY?

Too old to start over?

The big hurdles begin with the definition of ‘start’ and ‘over.’

To start, just to start, is a fight against inertia to move forward on a project.

There’s that page for a new story. The letters won’t get on there by themselves.

Boompdx, this blog, is a new story every day, but the last few days the story got old fast.

Things were breaking down and I needed a fix.

Who to call? What to do?

Nobody. And nothing.

Why? Back office problems that show up on the screen are disturbing and exhausting.

It’s a hack job?

Based on the quality of my recent spam, it might be Russian hackers pushing hair style products.

This is what my hackers get:

As a daily post kind of blogger, a break in continuity bothers me.

I ought to be too old to care. At sixty-nine, what’s the big deal?

It’s an identity thing. I self-identify as a writer, as a blogger, a lone voice out here barking at the moon.

As long as there’s a moon, I’ll keep barking.

And that moon isn’t going anywhere soon.

Besides, I like the work and the time spent.

If you’re a writer who hates the process? Keep working it out.

 

Too Old For The Usual 

How often do you do things no one notices?

With social media foaming and frothing every day it seems like hard work to go unrecognized.

It’s harder work not to endlessly shit-post self congratulatory huzzas on twitter and Facebook.

But that’s part of the job today.

When a personal webpage goes in the dumpster, what happens?

Blog world runs on fresh content, not recycled posts.

My page was balky, half on, half off, but I got one off in spite of the problems.

What the hell? Was it WordPress?

I checked it out. Not WordPress.

Next? I called Bluehost and talked about it after I logged into my account.

My Bluehost buddy said my storage was maxed and it slowed down my site.

I needed to upgrade from 10 MB of storage to 20. Or go bigger to 40 MB.

In other words I got the upsell for the easy fix.

Instead I asked the hardest writer question: Will my broken blog bounce back if I delete content?

I had to ask about sending my babies, my blog posts, down the chute in order to restore boomerpdx.

Could I do it? Should I? My wife said, “Upgrade.”

I heard, “Delete.”

So I deleted a few posts from 2012.

I unpacked the blog bag and it felt good. Almost this good:

After deleting a few posts the blog functions returned.

Will anyone miss posts from 2012?

Would they be missed from 2022?

Only people looking for trouble take a deep dive on a blog.

Mostly it’s reading the current post, a look at the About page, and move on.

 

Blog Life For Blogging Life

You’ll never be too old to be an Elvis fan.

He died at forty-two so he never aged out naturally.

Instead, he ‘healthed out.’

Some say he had aged beyond his years, and they’re right.

But he got there with help.

Too much fancy food without a break speeds up the mortality clock.

There’s a Wellington, then there’s the real Wellington. (Hey Phyllis)

You can see the difference:

Like this Beef Wellington, Elvis was the real deal.

And like Elvis, Boomerpdx is a real blog.

Is it time to overreact when things take an unexpected turn?

Or is it better to get a grip and make a phone call?

I was talking to my story class buddy about her book, ‘What’s Said In The Chair Stays In The Chair’ and I told her I was reading it.

I’m reading it and so can you.

Debbie: People like to talk about my book like it was easy to write.

Me: If they’d ever written a book they say something else. I told a guy my marathon time and he acted like it was a walk in the park. Then I asked his time.

Debbie: I don’t ask people, “Where’s your book,” when they talk to me. I usually know right away.

Me: If they are good readers then they hear echoes of other writers in your work. It feels mythical that a writer can come from someplace that doesn’t exit anymore.

Debbie: And yet, here I am.

 

And here we are, in my Blogland. It exists.