Things Change

I made a proclamation that  I would review one of yours for everyone of mine you read.  Foolishness on my part. I drove myself nuts trying to fulfill that oath. Sometimes my pain will not let me do much of anything. And sometimes writing is the only thing that drives the pain away. So, I am here to apologize for breaking my promise. 

I tried to pay back all the reviews, but kept being behind, and it made me unhappy and miserable. So, I will read when I can, review when I can,  and write when I can. Sometimes I may review up a storm, sometimes not at all. But, I love my FanStory family.  And I have lots of nefarious doings up my sleeve. 

My old computer ate my writing and sucked up all my pictures. I had hundreds. I found most of my stuff on my old drive, but I must add each and every one  one at a time to the new drive. I read them and edit them as I do. This is time consuming and painstaking. I had over 500 poems, stories, lists, and true life stuff. Some complete some half done. Can someone tell me how to save my stuff onto thumb drives, so i don't have to do this next time my computer goes bonkers?

The jpg's were not recoverable. And I had so much good stuff. #&@*?$%! Is what I say about that!  My new Chromebook has years of updates and a bigger screen, no buttons stick, and it was under $200.00 ! 

It was a lot of money for me to spend. But, this is my medicine. Good news for some folks, I have found several stories worthy of new chapters. Some stories just stick with us. Well, I got this off my chest. I am finding the three or four part story works for me right now, and I can always write more chapters. When I first got here I thought that was stupid. I was the knothead as it turns out. 

Poetry for me was mainly lax limericks. I loved the rhythm. But I have a new love for poetry. I love Senryu and Haiku. They are hard puzzles, but so satisfying when you get it right. And, I am crazy in love with alliteration. 

Bailey Baxter behaved badly.

Mom mentioned misdeeds mildly.

Dad decided deeds demanded duty.

Weekends working with weeds won.

I just love this stuff. I thank you for your kind attention. And I hope you can forgive my overestimation of my ability.  Love to you and yours.

Karen  :-)