The new format has liberated me. I didn’t expect that.
Hello, all my fans of sexy flash fiction who live all over the world! The Old Soldier is reporting for duty.
When I decided to post a different fiction and non-fiction piece from the archives on the front page every day, I didn’t realize that this would take my little girlie magazine to another level. Because now when I get up in the morning I don’t have to worry about what to put on the front page.
It means I can be a blogger again instead of the editor/publisher of an online magazine. It means I can put up a post like this one and it’s okay.
How’s everyone doing?
It’s an overcast morning in Pittsburgh. The high will be around 80. Students of the University of Pittsburgh will be moving into their dorms all week-long. Sophie Masloff, Pittsburgh’s first woman mayor, died yesterday at the age of 96. Her funeral will be tomorrow. My mother is 94 years old. She lives in a rest home/hospital near my older sister and her husband (she’s in her 70s and he’s in his 80s) far enough outside of Pittsburgh so that I can’t visit her since I don’t have a car. And any time I phone my mother she stops talking after a few sentences. Mom is in poor health and I dread answering the phone or checking my email.
I think the case of the disappearing female nudes has been solved. I identified and deactivated the app that was eliminating the images of naked women from my site. Now I have to check every post to see if it’s suppose to have a female nude and to put one or more nudes in where they belong. HostGator does back up my files, but they would have copied the posts when they did not have the nudes. I don’t quite understand it myself, but next month I’m going to back up my files off-line the way that the site is supposed to be.
I’m still trying to get the plug-in that puts related links at the bottom of my posts to function. Related links give the site depth and helps with web page ranking.
Overcast days depress me. Especially since I have no fun money to hang out at Armand’s in Little Italy. I won’t have any fun money until later this month; but I’ve got the magazine to work on and War At The Wall Street Journal by Sarah Ellison (the book is very good) that I got from the public library to read and if I get really ambitious I can always run the vacuum or clean the bathroom. The windows will have to wait for a sunny day.
I’ve already changed the front page so be sure to check it out before you leave. I change it every morning.