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Interference From Software

Let’s talk about interference. I live in England, UK. We are now post Brexit.

Am I the only one getting frustrated with the interference of programs online while I’m trying to write? From searching to editing, the robot programs ( whom you did not ask for help) interfere.

Predictive search…I can’t stand this.

I can type. I don’t need help….I know what I am going to search for….no matter how often I try I will never understand it’s predictions and it’s results.

I am pretty sure that Google is sexist. I cannot get my site listed for love or money. See the featured image of this article for my search results for my own site… However, I have had problems with google mail and youtube for years. In fact I just paid for google to recieve my emails which they’d locked up…bizarre. I got some messages from five years ago…

Anyhow, it’s not just google misbehaving.

Microsoft was my chosen program for writing and editing my books…I’m 51 years old, it’s familiar.

I’ve had my hotmail account since last century and this is not a stretch of the truth. It doesn’t appear to be working now, at all, I’m trying not to panic. Many of us are affected so I’m sure it will be soon be fixed…

I have faith in you microsoft to fix the hotmail…however Word is lost, I think.

Does anyone know of a writing and editing program which is not cloud based? I am having real security issues with word and microsoft. I’ve been locked out of one laptop completely as I accidently removed it from my devices….no way around this it seems, I cannot get the machine into the BIOS screen to safely reboot.

Thankfully, being an electrical nerd I have a few devices around so can usually manage to get one of my machines online…however, I am not an IT nerd and I am out of touch.

I’m using the paid for version of Word…just incase some of you are judging me lol.

Months ago, I spent days trying to retrieve some writing and editing. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you guys how frustrating and time consuming this is. It also messes with my general work writing planning as I think I’ve edited something but then find out it hasn’t been done after all.

Asking yourself whether you’ve written this or that for a character and having to read through to find out, takes time and messes with confidence.

I contacted microsoft about my missing files and edits. They ‘fixed’ the software and apologised for my loses. However, as a writer of fictional adventure it’s not so easy to find your place again…especially when you don’t have faith that your changes will be saved.

It’s slowed my writing down and I feel stuck. I’m learning on the job as I’m disabled and it’s the only thing I can currently do in my own time etc when I’m well enough. I get tired easily but am always thinking about plot lines and character plays. I suffer from memory fog so need to be able to write when I can with out too much hassle or remembering where I am.

I’m I really looking at buying a typewriter? Surely not? Where would I get ribbons???

Hopefully someone will see that there is a gap in the market for writers with unreliable broadband and memories.

Until then I write on a laptop which I have disabled the wifi on. The bulk of my work being stuck in word on this laptop. I’m grateful that I did a hard copy, printed off for my alpha reader. However, many adjustments have been made since then.

But it’s not just the logistics now, it’s the feeling of insecurity which is holding me up.

I would love to write offline but with editing assistance, spell check etc. Why is this impossible? What am I missing? Is the interference from software programs necessary? Spellcheck not being on here is bad enough…why not? It’s the simplest thing…

Cloud or nothing? I’m hoping someone will give me some advice here, I really don’t mind paying for the right software but it mustn’t be on a disk as I don’t have a diskdrive (who does now?) Gig pen software doesn’t appear to be a thing yet…? So, I realise I would need to download the software initially…there are so many editing programs but they are all cloud based from what I can see.

Thanks for reading.

The Co op Amesbury, Check Out Girl

I thought it might be interesting to visit my work places. I’ve had many and they all add to who I became and who I am now. I was asked what I would write about myself for the promotion of my book. Finding it impossible to start so I’m breaking it down for myself, if as a reader you get something from this, that is a bonus.

My first job was on the check out at the co op store in a village called Amesbury. The village is not too far away from the world famous Stone Henge and has it’s own henge, not so well known, called Wood Henge.

The store I worked in was on the main High Street, and had been refurbished with five new checkouts when I asked for a job. The manager, Mr Shoemark, gave me a job on the spot and I started working 8.30 – 5.30 Monday to Saturday for £41 a week. It was 1985 and the eighties were in full swing.

There were numerous remembered characters. My favourite name, although not my favourite character, was Vanessa Dennison – only because her initials were VD. That still amuses my childish sense of humour now. Vanessa was like VD – dry and could be rubbed up the wrong way without too much effort.

Amesbury co op was a supermarket. It was the only supermarket for miles and as such it had it’s own butchers, deli, fruit & vegetable section and alcohol aisle. Each had it’s own department manager. When I first started at the store, I had to work on each department in order to know how the separate sections ran – although I did barely nothing in the deli or butchery as I wasn’t trained.

I did a lot of shelf stacking but then was trained up and placed on the check out. There I found my element. Good with people and money, I became the cash office supervisor and at under 18 years old I handled the responsibility very well. Perhaps too well, meaning I took it for granted I always would have that confidence.

Now, when I look back on my year or so at my first job, I do so with fondness. I used to hate the cold little cigarette kiosk where I cursed every customer who came in for opening the doors. Now I know that was a great job with some great opportunities and a good time was had by us on a daily basis but we worked damn hard. Well, I did.

I laugh now, but back then I didn’t know why customers would come in a buy cigarettes and rolling papers – at the same time. It baffled me and no one would tell me why. They’d tell me how they remove tobacco from the cigarettes and put it in the papers…what a waste of paper I’d say.

I was ‘right on’ and being environmentally friendly. Yes, even in the 1980s we were trying to save the planet. Those of us inclined were against aerosol cans for ruining the ozone with their gases and wasting paper which came from trees.

It would be fair to say that in 1985 I thought we’d be living in a paperless world now.

There were the two Pats who worked on the deli counter. These were two local ladies who happened to both be called Patricia. Thankfully they couldn’t have looked much different. One being blonde and vivacious and the other being dark haired, thin and crabby.

Dark haired Pat was a bit of a rebel in that she would smoke in the toilets and wear stockings and court shoes without shaving. Like spiders caught underneath night, the hairs would move around inside the nylon as she walked. Once seen, the image cannot be forgotten and I have a Gillet Mach III to ensure the same never happens to me.

In the butchery department there was an assistant manager called Robin. He had curly blonde hair and kept wiping his hand across his nose when it ran. Put me off fresh meat for quite some time I can tell you . Didn’t stop me from dating him once though. Yep, I really was not to choosy.

The Butchery manager Chris, I think, was grumpy but his manly essence huge. An honest, brash kind of man who you knew where you stood with. If he barked an order it was done, there and then. His department was kept spotless and he despaired at Robin’s hygiene.

Amesbury seems a long way off now a days. When I left the co-op it was supposedly to better my options. I was offered a job at the Lloyds Bank across the road. However, within a year I’d left Amesbury and moved to Stoke on Trent in Staffordshire.

The co-op became a distance memory. The red and white uniform, which we, the staff, hated but gave us a sense of identity and covered my unfashionable clothes, is now something I laugh fondly over. Back then, the chequered tabard would be thrown mercilessly into my locker and I couldn’t wait to get it locked up.

It seems as I get older the past seems clearer than yesterday does. I regret nothing in my life, all experiences make a person who they are but that doesn’t mean I can’t miss the warmth and simplicity I found in that little village, in Amesbury.

To Express

To Express

To Express

My need is best.

I have nothing left


To express…

I express to the east

I express to the west

I express as I only know best.

I express to the north

I express to the south

Now hear my big mouth!

No more division

No more unrest