Years ago I had a blog on livejournal, before the Russkies owned it. While I quail to go over to see it now, it must be said, that place doctored up the greatest event of my life — I met my wife through there. And now we have a son. So… lj gave me my family. (Not an official widget.)
Since then I’ve tried various Blogger blogs, blogs via blogger, Blogger-begotted blogs, and blogs begotten and besotten by Blogger. After realizing I had not one, but two, abandoned attempts at cultural-whatsit-thoughts-whosits, the last dormant since 2010, I tried logging in to the one I started last year expressly meant to post thoughts on a certain website’s list of top short stories ever. Which got derailed by a great instructor in a writing workshop (who had us cover published works in class) and then our son born eight weeks early.
I can get into the first two blogs. The last one, not so much. The one I actually want to use. Then, after posting on the more recent old, dormant ones, I find the Blogger tools way fussy on this computer. So, eh… WordPress?
With irritating I see I cannot post back-dated entries, the way I could in the LJ days. The thought had been to import all those old posts.
Here are the links to those blogs:
and the writing/critique blog, where I discuss short stories by Michael Cunningham, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and J.G. Ballard — Blogspot’s Wickepedia
The Wick/Wickerman/ Lenny Wick thing dates back to an imagined nom de plume I would have adopted had I ever fallen face first into decent writing. More like, uh… nom de spume, so far, but I’ll hang on to it for now.