As the world spins, people find more ways to do things, including a new way to post to our blog. I find it ironically funny that our progress is regressive. I cannot figure out how to do make this blog post on my own. I require another person, maybe six, to guide me, including a map, as well as encouragement. This is what an apprentice gets from someone ahead of them in the learning of a task, trade, or skill. All skills used to be passed in such a manner--since before the stone age and before the masses learned to read, or anyone learned to read or find the right u-tube video.
Last week my mother died. She was an adrenaline junkie always on the cutting edge of everything. I have lived trying to play 'catch up' all of my life. I knew she could do all of her business from her phone--including deposits or anything. It, her phone not her bank, has gone missing. Now I'm trying to find all of the ways her banking and other things were accomplished. Enter the world of banking fantasy. Her credit union could run rings around my bank. I have been immersed in technico-electronic hell.
Then I notice the date and attempt to blog as this is my regular blogging date. Suddenly, I yell for help and it comes.
How does this relate to the writing world? Because in it too, we cannot immediately know everything there is to know. There are helpers, guides, and hand-holders all along the way. Our group WARA is worth it's weight in gold for the culture we have of waving on to those zooming forward, to the other hand held out to assist those behind us on the path.
As technology shifts like the dark sands of Araby, so too must we all shift and learn a new path. I shall keep my map to the blogging spot. If this works, if not, I'll burn it and go eat chocolate.
Nina Sipes....From the middle of a wheat field in southwest Kansas.