For those of us who keep journals online, moving their pages is a heartbreak in a way. Many of my friends, fifteen years of them, are all making decisions about their new writing homes, whether to keep writing, and what changes they want to deal with. Some of us were not computer functional, for those this has been a struggle.
For me, I’m to the color, style, photo stage. I can do this once I figure out how to find the buttons I need to push. A much cropped version of the 1999 Zoo photo is my choice of face. Not only was Open Diary, (OD), the first diary-blog site online, the writers were all supposed to be anonymous. The names we chose certainly represented new personas…I was Georgette. Now it’s nice to be me again.
The store was a busy place today. Everyone is getting ready for the annual Jewelry sale. Lots of stuff….lots of volunteers hanging earrings, necklaces, and bracelets on felted holders. I fussed with the new site before and after work. There’s nothing really nice or charming about it other than all my friends. It’s easier to use than many other sites, but it’s still a cacophony of ads and white boxes which, I believe will improve with time.
I thank Journalist EWS for creating a place these fleeing refugees friends can meet again.