Day 3: A day of Doubt!

A day of doubt after several hours trying to locate a URL for a photo and needing to download a ton of software for photos which still doesn't help! Wonder if all this blogging stuff is not just one of those many distractions writers manage to create whereby they have an excuse to not get on with the hard bit - the writing! I did, however, upload a photo of me to the site, via a button on my new toolbar, but only to today's posting. Ho hum. Still waiting for a human being to program a computer one of these days.
Meanwhile, I am continuing to read, having set myself the task of reading the BBC Big Read Top 100 books of all time. I have read about forty and am having to read many childrens' books as part of this as many youngsters seem to have voted too. At the moment, I am reading Swallows and Amazons (though out of sequence, as my local library don't seem to have heard of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's 100 Years of Solitude! Plebs!) I used to feel I didn't have the time to read but realise there is no other way to become a skilled writer - we must perfect ourselves just like in any other profession by study and assimilation.
Will this site just languish in a vacuum somewhere in the outer reaches of cyberspace or will I succeed one day in getting this blog out there and linked in to the great and glorious world? Doubt is bogging me down but that's understandable after hours trying to get the hang of it all. Will try to send an email to my friends and get the show on the road today. Hope things will improve.

To cheer myself up, I re-read something I wrote a few weeks ago:
I was walking to the back garden wearing my socks to feed the birds today, I explain to mum when she returns from Switzerland, having brought in my funny-looking sock.

"I tried to avoid the wet patch of the path (wet from the dripping pipe above that needs fixing) so I swung on the door handle to the shed hoping the door was locked, whereupon, of course, the door swung open and I had to leap onto the soggiest bit of the path by the drain got one sock wet.

"As it didn't smell better when I washed it with soap, I poured thick bleach on it, turning it into this!"

Mum laughs wholeheartedly as I hold up an orange and blotchy sock (that had been brown) and says it's okay and rather retro.

She gives me some excellent Swiss chocolates and I try not to eat them all (not very successfully!) while we sit watching the best comedy sitcoms of all time on TV.

That's your lot, today, people of the World! Haha!