So, my website is now, technically up. www.ldfitz.com. If you’re reading this the same day as I post it, don’t bother actually visiting the site just yet. What is there is essentially a placeholder. The real content, such as it is, will be up in a couple of days.
My friend, who knows a billion times more than I do about computers, is frustrated with me for using godaddy to host my site. To be fair, I know about as much about website hosting as I do about heart surgery. I’m sure there are options and I’m sure that some of the options are better than others, but the only way I’m going to find the right answer is if I trip over it.
Anyhow, he had to do some finagling to get just that much up. And believe me, I appreciate it, because if my history with websites is any indicator, what I would put up would likely cause seizures, and possibly result in a third world war, somehow.
But the situation with my website is a lot like my situation with my manuscript in so much as it is vitally important to me, and yet I have no real power over it. I am sitting here, practically shivering with anxiety and anticipation, and there is nothing that I can do to make things go faster or slower, better or worse. I’m just waiting for the next thing that will have a massive effect on my life to happen of its own accord.
Well, that’s life for you, I guess.