Woof… sigh…woooof!

It is amazing me how long it takes for this Old Dog to learn the trick of posting entries on my new website. How can it be that difficult? I know how to use a keyboard, I’ve visited thousands of other websites over the years, and for heaven’s sake, I had a perfectly adequate one (designed by my dear Oxford friend David Wilcox) until  the host was cyber-attacked and I decided to move elsewhere. Old I may be, no getting away from that particular fact, but I am determined to discover the secret of getting what I write up on my website, in the place I intend it to be. Yes, David would help me, but he is now in New Zealand, and I want to be independent. I want to do it myself.

One puzzle I have is discovering where I am in the myriad possible places in the Create a New Draft Section. Right now, I hope I am drafting a blog. But I don’t know because none of those numerous  buttons and blank boxes I see all around actually tell me. At least, I think they don’t. And this is definitely where Old Age takes its toll. I can just hear one of my now adult grandchildren saying, pityingly, “Oh, Grandma. Look,” as s/he points to to a symbol that obviously conveys key information to everyone else, but not to me. That has happened rather too often for the amour propre of this particular Old  Dog.

Struggling with new technology has not made me feel  a young-at-heart and vigorous Older Woman Still in Her Prime, as it was supposed to do. It has made me tired. And the teensiest bit cross. And very much inclined to watch the tennis instead. Or do some gardening.

Enough. I think I have at last managed to put the information about my latest book on my Books page, where it belongs, and not as a Blog. If it is still there, I shall attempt to put up more information about my other two: Stop Dreaming, Start Living and War of Words: Women and Men Arguing. This may take some time…

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About Elizabeth Mapstone

Author of novels, short stories, a self-help book that really works and a serious work on the psychology of argument. Former psychotherapist, now retired and writing fiction.
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