So I am in the process of creating a new webpage, one that I can work in myself and not have to pay more than my pocketbook allows for a web tech to keep it up-to-date. I currently have my website with godaddy but the price there keeps going up each year so I began looking for other options. I drafted one in Wix and it is looking pretty good, but I guess there are some issues with prices going up, etc., at least that is what my web tech indicates. She set me one up in Wordpress but all I got from playing around in there was anxiety, irritation and anger. Anyone have some good suggestions for themes in Wordpress which would fit my needs? I want to customize it to fit me, not the webpage designer and I have all my pictures ready, just need to start the process.
Unlike a lot of people, I'm not techy, so whatever I do needs to be for the tech-challenged. I do have a book entitled "Web Pages for Dummies." Perhaps I should read the dang thing. Oh well - we do what we can. Patsy
Writing takes a considerable amount of concentration. But sometimes that just isn't possible. My desk is in the corner of the front room and in full view of everyone in the kitchen and dining room. In other words, no privacy. My husband, sweet guy that he is, loves to update me on just about every subject he can find while I'm trying to write. The dog stands next to me and stares, wondering how long before I take her out or whatever she is contemplating needs done. Sons wander in and out and generally make comments or read over my shoulder and then the phone rings, usually some individual with a foreign accent I can't really understand but who wants to fix my computer! How can someone fix my computer over the phone when I can barely understand him - not that my computer needs fixing. What is an aspiring author to do?
I've almost given up the writing at home so I take my laptop to work and sit in the car during my lunch hours and compose. Not too bad except when the temperature is 10 degrees above zero or alternatively 107. But as an author, I persevere and keep those fingers flying! Might be a little slower than working at home, but at least I'm in there trying and keeping a smile on my face. Current work in progress is a sequel to The Chalice.
My husband and I went to Jurassic World this weekend. Terrific show and about as exciting as a movie could but, but would I want to live during the Jurassic period? Heck no! I love my amenities. Camping to me is finding the nearest hotel in the locale of the area I want to visit. Nothing better than taking a nice hot bath after a day of exploring - and I certainly don't want to get eaten by the park attractions. I can't imagine running into one of these during a stroll through the park. (The guy - maybe!)
When I was researching my Riley's Journey series, I was so impressed by the determination of early man to survive in a perilous environment. I wouldn't have made a good "early man" or "early woman" as the case may be. I can clean a fish when the need arises, but catching and cleaning anything beyond that leaves me with the shudders. I even feel bad catching a fish as I ask myself do I really need to eat that and even though I am no hypocrite, I pretend meat grows on trees. Nope! Give me my stove, my refrigerator, my TV, my Kindle, all the things I appreciate. I wouldn't make it back then other than as a tasty treat for some hungry predator - not my idea of a good time. Step back 40,000 years. The Riley's Journey Series - Riley's Journey, Into the Savage Dawn and Beyond Tomorrow. http://www.amazon.com/Rileys-Journey-P-L-Parker-ebook/dp/B005SV26KS/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1434296345&sr=1-1&keywords=riley%27s+journey
Who would've have thought that my busy busy little boy (one in middle) who liked sports - tennis especially - would grow up to be an opera performer! I certainly wouldn't have imagined it 22 years ago, but this young man and his friend Jordan Bowman have put together a company, Opera Elect, which is truly amazing. They are performing this summer in Nevada, Washington, Oregon and, of course, Idaho. I just have to gave a few kudos to my son. I never had his focus or his determination when I was that age. He just graduated from a very exclusive college, summa cum laude, one of only 9 kids in the graduating class who did. I know we aren't supposed to brag about our children, but this isn't bragging, it's giving praise where praise is deserved. Stop by their website and read about all the things they are doing and have done. His girlfriend, Edie, is helping produce the show "Tomorrow Tomorrow" which will be performed all over the Northwest! Good job, my baby son!
Aimee is a modern girl, living in Seattle. She buys a locket from an antique store in Pike's Market. Shortly after, she faints (she thinks) and ends up landing on her face in a pile of horse dodo in 1847 St. Louis. Alone, penniless, all she wants is to go home. Enter Jake, wagon train scout, gorgeous, rude and very interested in the whore who lands at his feet. He offers to pay for her services for the evening, numerous times. When he finally realizes she isn't a bawd, he takes pity and helps her. Unfortunately, he is bound for the Oregon Territories. Aimee is terrified. What is she going to do? With no other possible alternative, she begs Jake to take her with him, offering him her diamond earrings in exchange for a wedding of convenience. After some soul searching, Jake agrees. They marry and the long journey begins. Jake and Aimee experience the first stirrings of passion, then love. But Aimee can't give up on her dream of returning to the present. Research: Actually, I've always had a real interest in the Oregon Trail. I grew up in Idaho, then moved to Huntington, Oregon. Parts of the trail wind all around that area. Right outside Huntington, there is a spot where a family bound for Oregon finally met their maker. They were set on by Indians outside of Massacre Rock (by American Falls) and made it that far on foot before the Indians killed the rest. The bones were so decalcified from starvation, it took a lot of time and digging to find them. Sad story, but there were a lot of sad stories along the trail. Some of the events in Aimee's Locket were taken from my family history. Charlie Tuttle's experiences with lye soap was one such utilization of family history.Main characters, Aimee and Jake. Aimee is a young college-age woman of the present, studying to be a teacher. Her red hair accentuates her feisty and determined nature. Jake is a hard working guy, a gentleman when needed, and ultimately Aimee's savior. He is nothing like the men she usually dates. She liked men who bent over backwards to please. Jake is nothing like that. He is a man, not a kid. Would I like to be transported back in time to that era in history?
Nupe – never in a million years. I like my TV, my hot bath at night, all the conveniences of modern life. I would make a terrible emigrant. They'd shoot me and leave me by the wayside to quell my whining and then they'd have to break my cold dead fingers to leave me behind.
Have you ever dreamed a dream so vivid and so complete that when you woke up, you felt it should be down on paper? I am one of those people who have dreams that have a beginning, a middle and an end. I once dreamed that I was a young German woman of Jewish descent who was married to a German soldier and had a blonde baby boy. After my husband went to war and the atrocities against the Jews heated up, I left my baby with my sympathetic German lady landlord and left with 4 other Jews to escape through France. We hid in hay fields during the day and traveled at night, eventually reaching the coast. But I couldn't leave without my baby so I told the others goodbye and headed back. When I made it home, I found that the area had been bombed and nothing remained but a survivor told me the old lady who lived there had left to live with her sister on a farm in the country taking her baby grandson with her. I made it to the farm and found my baby. The old German woman pleaded with me to leave the baby and escape again but I couldn't leave my baby. I was on a train when it was stopped by the Gestapo and we were all forced off. The last thing I remembered before I woke up was thinking "This is it, I am dead." I also had a dream once where I was a young woman dying of a heart problem who finds two men she loves ... but I won't say more on this one because I might just write this story someday. Have you ever dreamed a complete story? Patsy