When will this hell end? I'm now blogging daily, on the basis that I'll blog every day another finger takes a hit. Damn. I'm running out of fingers.
The great hyperlinking war of 2016 was over. Until it started again. It's important to have many irons in the fire, so they say. Why, I don't know.
I've not been in charge of fires all that often. Any old time I had to take a genuine iron to a genuine fire, I used one. But that was watching a fire, and had no connection with blacksmithery.
Or with having loads of writing projects on the go.
Stories lie in various stages of construction. Irons in the fire. I looked over the inventory, and saw a need to upgrade the front and back matter of those tales last night.
More hyperlinking, shock horror.
It isn't always about the writing. There are calls to revisit copyright law, alter formatting, adjust product descriptions, change file formats ENTIRELY...
There's always more to writing than typing. Though typing is important. I say that having navigated my way through the murky swamp of voice recognition software.
This is designed to annoy Scottish people.
And so, I take an interest in guarding my typing digits as often and as well as humanly possible.
If I don't blog tomorrow, my fingers are fine. Or they are all mangled.