Friday, 13 May 2022

How Can I Navigate All This?


 Okay, I confess, I'm not tech savvy at all. Right up front, there it is. So maybe I'm being really dense but I'm struggling to get my head round how it all works. 

I've been trying to share work on another blogging platform and have been finding it a frustrating experience. What makes it worse is that everyone else seems to think that it's a really easy platform to use. So I must be the problem if I can't figure it out, right?

Perhaps.

But I'm feeling confused and left out over there. So I've decided to move away from that place and return to here where I feel settled. At least I know what's going on over here, it feels more like my blogging home.

However, I'm also feeling confused about the whole podcasting thing. I dipped a toe into it with a spooky electronic voice reading my words and the feedback I got was that I would be better to read it myself. And I have to say I agree, the electronic voice did my writing no favours.

I return to my first point. I'm not tech savvy. So the world of podcasting is very scary and strange. I don't have technical skills and I've failed on numerous occasions to acquire them. So the highly polished world of the podcast isn't somewhere I feel at home.

This is a barrier but one I want to try and climb.

So, in the spirit of adventure I'm going to try podcasting without the frills. Just me and my words. No fancy intros and outros, no music, no sound effects or posh editing. I'm going to sit and chat and read out what I want to share. It will be a car crash but it will be my car crash and I'll own it.

Watch out for me, I'll be the girl with the Brummie accent reading out stuff and fluffing her lines somewhere in the podcast-verse.

Photo by Hans-Peter Gauster on Unsplash

Monday, 31 January 2022

How Do You Feel When You Look At The Stars? - #bloganuary

 

There's something special about finding a really dark night sky and staring up at the stars.
Always makes me feel very small, a speck on the surface of a small planet lost in the vastness of space.
Insignificant.
But that's how I feel most of the time so...

But a starry sky is cool. Ask Vincent Van Gogh.



Thursday, 27 January 2022

What Do I Most Like About Myself? - #bloganuary

Ray Price: Farewell Ray - You Were Priceless and Now, So Are We

As soon as I started to think about this prompt it began to form as a lonely hearts advert. You know the ones: GSOH, looking for love, no time wasters. It's odd to think of myself in those terms and I'm terminally bad at thinking anything nice about myself. But I'm determined to have a go.

I think I'm a kind soul. I try to think the best of people, to see the good in them. Sometimes it's a challenge but it seems easier to do when you meet people expecting positive things. Of course there are people about whom I might struggle to come up with positives but I'm not likely to bump into them so I don't have to worry about politicians here! I like to think that I'm a good friend, someone who my friends enjoy hanging out with, someone who is reliable and steadfast. Gosh, that's an old fashioned word but one which I like to embrace. I'm not flashy, not 'out there' but I'm a safe pair of hands as they say in cricketing circles.

So there you have it. I'm embracing 'nice', 'kind' and 'steadfast'. Rock and roll or what? 

Saturday, 22 January 2022

Time Travel- Where To Go... -#bloganuary

 The invitation to pop off for a spot of time travelling is almost too good to be true. The problem is where to go?

As soon as I choose a destination like Elizabethan court just before Elizabeth signs the death warrant of Mary, Queen of Scots I remember that in those times I'd have been suffering form some ghastly disease and fading fast. That's assuming I hadn't died in childbirth either as the baby or mother. So all the lovely historical times I rule out because I don't want to suffer or watch others doing so.

This leaves me with the mid to late 20th century, some of which I lived through! But there is one year that, although I was alive at the time, I was a child and on the wrong side of the Atlantic to be part of. So I choose 1967, Haight-Ashbury and the summer of love. Fabulous music, great festivals, awakening environmental and political consciousness. And I get to dress as a hippy!