Who Am I Again?

I think one of the scariest things to happen to someone that is not savvy in website maintenance is to come back from a long break and find that their website has been taken over by another entity entirely. To get a call from someone that says, “Hey I just by random chance was showing someone your page and it was no longer about country living. It’s about robots and Japanese infomercials!” Well, that’s not what happened but I have always been worried that in my absence someone would somehow break into my website domain, completely change its look and remove any indicator that I was once there. All this while I would struggle to prove that the website belonged to me. I would go through extended phone calls, bank accounts showing the payments we make every three months for its upkeep, etc . And a dark voice, Dickensian in ominousness, would bellow “That’s what you get for flaking out on your projects!” Something did change on my website that I did not approve, the username is someone else entirely so I’ll be contacting customer service after all of this is done today.

Dickens, now he was a character. He never had to prove who he was. He just wrote at every opportunity and added social commentary and perhaps a little uplifting ending to what seemed like a bleak world. I say that I’m trying to write, and it’s true. Trying and allowing whatever may be in the sink or popping up in my email to take me away from it. I shake my fist at you, lack of dedication! 

I’ve finally finished a novel, one that I’ll be wanting to start on the next sequel in the next few weeks and from what I’m told, if I want any form of success I have to promote the hell out of the first novel due to publishing it independently. I will have to market and sell myself and my writing to anyone who will listen, like a barking carny trying to get you in to see the bearded lady. Who knows how successful I will be? I’m not comfortable with trying to sell myself. I can only write and be me.

My last post was from March of 2018. Since then in our farm life we’ve raised and butchered hogs, lost several dozen chickens, brought up vegetable beds and almost had a successful run with growing tomatoes. We have also had a second year of goats kidding and added geese to our farm. The geese were meant to be a combination of nurse maid and alarm/weed eating system. The ended up with one charge (two of my three Lavender Orpington hens did not make it)and they are more interested in eating whatever the chickens are getting to eat rather than eating my weeds. Also, geese are loud and will chase you, which reminds me too much of the battle I had with a horrible free rooster that showed up to our house one day last summer. It was a beautiful rooster that had been crowing the whole day through as it made its way across the pasture from who knows where. The next thing I knew, he had made its way to my hens in their chicken run and proceeded to make them his harem. He did not like me and endeavored to make me subservient to him and to join his chicken harem. I could not, I was already attached and had other important work to do so he would attack me with his wide spread wings and sharp spurs. He was casually rehomed where I think something ate him, although I did try to eat him too, but the butcher shop denied ever having an appointment to dispatch the rooster from his place on earth. There’s only one other reason I would ever consider purposely seeking a rooster, but I’ll leave that for another post.

I’m not having an identity crisis. I know who I am and what I like to write. I like to write about friendships and challenges. I like to put people in painful and difficult personal situations, where I’m hoping said friendships will prevail and help them overcome the obstacles. I like to write about funny people and mean people too. Because it’s interesting to find out how they got that way. The adventure and the mountain that I give them to climb showcases their ability or failure to overcome adversity. Every person is the hero of their own world. I just like to create more worlds and put my hero’s in danger. 

This short post in no way outlines what my goals are. My goals are plain and simple: Write and then write some more. Write so that I can share it with you. Entertain and intrigue you so that later in the day it pops back in your mind. If you were to openly talk about what I wrote then I have mostly accomplished my goal. I’ve got you thinking and talking about it. The next best thing is having you come back and sharing my words. 

I promise that I will be coming back. I have a ton of stuff I need to catch you up on. I would love for you to come back too.