I always knew I would love the internet, but I don’t think I realized how much. I don’t want to do anything else. I want to post more writing, though I don’t have anything ready right now, and I don’t want to take time from my surfing to get something ready.
Last night I spent ten (seemed like 40!) minutes in queue for on-line help. I wanted to know how much more space I had to create my lovely pages. I already have two, not counting this. (See links at left!) I haven’t used even a twentieth of my space! That just thrills me to my non-existent socks. I have to watch it, posting on the web is like getting published only without the work. And without the pay…
I did manage to resist the chat rooms last night. I never would have thought they’d tempt me. Who knew you could find intelligent discussions in there? But when I chat, much as I like some of the people, I don’t do anything else. And I don’t peel myself away till everyone else has. So I think I better set up a schedule to chat, or something.
I posted a message about my writing site on a message board. It got removed because the site is called Naked in Public. I replied to the e-mail with 😛 They could have glanced at it first!