Stuff

So a lot of you have heard about the ezboard crash. I am a member of a few EZBoard communities, and yes my stuff was wiped off of them the same as anyone else's. But I keep things backed up, you know? I learned that lesson the hard way, several times. (I'm hard headed, what can I say?) So I have everything saved on my hard drive, on discs, on various websites.

It's been 9 days since the hack, and I'm still hearing people whine about the things that they lost. I have no sympathy, shoulda backed that shit up. Period.

So anyway, the whining drives me crazy, the slow page loads drive my computer bananas, and I've been busy with other stuff, like gardening and chapbook sales. So tonight I get word that one of the boards I belong to seems to be getting restored, so I go check it out. I then realize that at least for tonight, I'm apathetic and disinterested, and tell one of the members there exactly that. He says," The boards coming back? Wtf do you care, you're published! Screw the internet!"

I just had to laugh, like I'm above my old buddies suddenly because I have a chapbook. Wee I have a book of my own poetry - and 10 people have bought it. I may now rest on my laurels and begin to forget the little people. In the big picture, Poetic Acceptance is so much nothing! Maybe I'll start being an arrogant ass and see how far it gets me. Worked for Bukowski, right?

In other areas of life tonight, Vickie has deemed herself my personal assistant and public relations person. She's worth money. I've got my press release/promotional blurb from her, and she's made me a spread sheet for everything I'd ever need to track, contacts, a calendar, one for income from sales, one for what I'm calling Notes-toself, and one for keeping track of where I submit, when, and what issue of the publication they go in - assuming they're accepted.

I'd probably have gone crazy eventually without being able to organize this stuff. I'm not so organized, and I've never made a spreadsheet, so she may be what keeps me outta the loony-poets bin.