Let the Reader Beware
One year ago today, I posted an innocuous piece on Mark’s Work, entitled “Behind the Mask.” There was nothing particularly singular about this essay on my unease with Halloween, except that it was to be the last post for me for the next six months, due to a massive tech failure from which I was unable to extricate myself.
To be honest, I was not posting that frequently at this point in time, being immersed in harvest season and not having the inclination to impart pearls of wisdom, so I just marked time. After all, I knew nothing more than “The Tale of the Spinning Icon,” the ominous result of trying to access either my blog or the stats for my blog.
Combined with the pending demise of my first MacBook, I was plunged into the abyss of a blog blackout, and there was nothing I could do.
Writing for me is equivalent to living, at my advanced age. I say that facetiously, to a certain extent, but the reality is that nothing rocks my right brain like writing. Photography is more vibrant, aesthetically, but arranging words on paper in different and fresh ways, and posting them on Mark’s Work, requires far more brain power.
“Far more” is a relative term, because neither the photography nor the writing requires a tenth of the effort that say, trimming cannabis does. That’s what I ended up doing last winter, beginning at this exact time, and going through the end of February, before it was time to venture out and begin preparing the soil for spring, 2016.
I was stuck in limbo, with an ancient computer (five years old, which in computerese, is 105 years, each year equivalent to 21 human years), and a tech issue far beyond my limited knowledge. The story is long and sordid, but 181 days after my blog failed, my friend Joe resurrected it and I was back in business.
|Already ten-and-a-half years old in computerese, |
this is Suzy Puente.
I write for myself and I write for enjoyment. If someone does not like what I have to say, that person simply steers clear. My political views center on social injustice, of which there is no shortage, and of course, the travesty which is the current election.
And rightfully so, because I have alienated enough of the locals already, as it is. I didn’t mean to; it just happened.
My blog is the representation of my inner voice, one which never stops. Whatever flow of consciousness is shifting the pebbles of my mind, at any given time, is that which will appear on Mark’s Work.
So let the reader beware.