I Hate-I Love-I Hate My Computer

[Peg Herring]

There was a time in my life when if you'd asked me what I most wanted to be, it would have been a ballerina. There was also a stretch where being able to sit down at a piano and play whatever music was required would have been both pleasing and useful. Nowadays, I most often wish I understood this stupid machine better.

I know, it isn't the machine that's stupid. That's the problem. It's amazing, it's capable, it's complicated, and I can only take the technology it offers to a certain level, and then my brain gets balky, like an old horse I used to have. Authors on sites like this one give advice on how to do book trailers, link to other sites, podcast, and create virtual tours, but they might as well be speaking Urdu. None of it penetrates, no matter how simple they tell me it is.

I can't because I think I can't, because to me learning how to set up a website is as attractive a prospect as the Death of a Thousand Cuts.

I guess each of us chooses what we will do to market, what we will take on as a learning goal. Despite the fact that I would LIKE to be a computer guru, I know myself well enough to accept that it isn't going to happen. I'd rather grow as a writer than expand as a web presence, unless there's a WebFairy out there somewhere who will grant me Computer Expertise, I'm likely to continue as a blogger without extras. No video, no RSS feed, just a daily rumination on the ups and downs of publishing.