Just when I thought I had it all figured out, navigating this blogging platform stuff. Ugh. I shared a post on social media and even though I selected a featured image when I posted, it doesn’t show up in the link. Instead there is a big blank space.
Technically, I should say I thought I had it figured out again—because I’ve done all this before, and before that and even before that. But I don’t post consistently. I let my blog languish and then I forget how the platform works. So, I’ve joined a group of other bloggers in a challenge to post daily.
I’m blogging along with Effy Wild and her tribe, a fabulously creative woman, an inspiration not only by her artistic talent, but also her determination to navigate her life with honesty and grace.
A little voice in my head is telling me, Effy would have none of that blank space. She would find the problem and fix it.
It’s almost midnight and I’m cranky; my inner bitch is saying Fuck Effy (sorry Effy, you know I love you). It’s probably because I’ve been binge watching The Handmaid’s Tale and my inner bitch in overdrive, not at all in the mood to conform.
Still, I hate that big blank space. It’s not like the promise of a blank canvas—I already did the work, I made the pretty picture. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
These things happen.
“And so I step up into the darkness within. Or else the light.” Offred—The Handmaid’s Tale