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If I could fix anything, I would

Make my tag cloud work
Make my MP3 rotation work
Put up my photo album
Put up my stories

Then, would Winter Light be what I want it to be?

Last afternoon I browsed it pretending to be a random visitor. It is an absolute disaster. Browsing through I can't tell which is my writing and which is book excerpts. I had the confused notion that the author is some kind of plagiarist. And the font I used is a disaster on the quotes and some other punctuation. I am so embarrassed of Winter Light. It was really depressing to me that this site, which is supposed to mean so much, is so dysfunctional and nonworking.

This afternoon I'm going to get on the Internet again and see what I can fix. My writing is more important, but I have actually neglected Winter Light more than my writing lately.

Other things I would do

Edit my photos and put them up finally so I can show our new country home, which I haven't even gotten around to mentioning here.

Delete many of these social networking accounts I have.

I know at least two of my online friends who read Winter Light have Facebook, so if you want to network with me, please do. I am deleting most of my other accounts. I tried to find your profile last night, but I think you are private.

Today my runs are a disaster. I should never have put that product on an Alliance. Oh, it's horrible. I very humbly hope that I may leave on time today for the sake of my poor, poor birthday, which is shrinking in horror at its person's lack of festivity.

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