Today was weird and terrifying.
I lost my blog. Now a blog is not a thing you can misplace like a purse or a set of keys or eyeglasses.
But I did. I went to open it after clearing my browser’s cache. I went looking for it. I could not find it. Some damned link was broken
Today I learned a hard lesson – as have many others – about my dependence on technology. I am at its’ mercy. So many of us are its’ mercy.
It occurred to me I have not so much as printed out all of my blog pages.
Perhaps that’s an old-fashioned idea. Paper copies!
I am not even 100% sure if I can download them to a thumb drive. (Are thumb drives still a thing??)
Today spoke to that horribly uncomfortable feeling I have occasionally about technology. We are slaves to anonymous masters. It seems to be the way it is.
After today, I personally felt my vulnerability to the technology powers that be out there.
It accomplished one thing. I am not going to leave my creative output out there in the cloud where it could easily be blown away by the whims of some anonymous techno administrator.
For a writer who talks and writes a lot about boundaries, I learned another vital lesson about them today.
My writing. My filing cabinet. Waterproof and fireproof.
Call me old-fashioned. I’ll happily accept the compliment.
Expressive Compulsive 