I missed my regular Monday posting. You might not have noticed, but I did, and now here I am, a day late, to tell you why. I have a good reason for my tardiness, and it's also going to be a reason for keeping the post short today. I'm compensating with a few What I Wore photos because many of you seem to like those.
A few weeks ago, those of us who use Blogger learned that the email subscription service, Feedburner, is being discontinued in July. Since many of you read the blog this way, and I would be very sad to lose touch with you, I was dismayed. And annoyed, and a bit panicky -- and then dismayed, again -- about what I should or could do. And then I worked my way through all the usual questions about maintaining the blog.
And came to a resolution.
So this week, if all goes as I hope, the blog will shift from Blogger to WordPress, so it will look different (I have no idea yet what it will look like, having only just initiated the process), and I will be investing some funds to have it hosted. (Blogger has been free, and I have much appreciated my almost 15 years here, but services being subtracted from, rather than added to, the platform is not a good sign.) I still have no intention of commercializing, although might eventually consider ways to cover my costs. For the moment, it looks as if they're comparable to other hobby costs, and I will absorb them as I adjust to the new terrain.
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Mostly, I'm telling you this now in case something goes wrong and you can't find me via your usual route. You can always find me on Instagram; I'll be posting my April reading on my book blog soon; and if there are problems I might ask a blogging friend or two to help me out by pointing the way to readers. But many bloggers have done this before me with no problems at all, so . . . taking a deep breath and getting on with it.
I'm told that my post will be here, as normal, for you to comment on while changes are being made behind the scenes, and I'd love some encouragement, maybe a bit of hand-holding. . . I imagine a big moving truck, each of my posts being wrapped carefully, tucked into a box, the boxes carried up the ramp into the capacious back of the track where they're stacked one on top of another... That way, I don't have to imagine all the posts, virtual and invisible as they are, made of electrical impulses difficult to visualize, simply dissipating in the ether, gone. . . .Yikes!
So wish me luck; I'll be here wishing fervently to see you next Monday and walk you 'round my new digs. Until then,