I just read some great advice from Hugh W Roberts blog, hughsviewsandnews.com. Its something that I’d never thought of – backing up your blog content – especially if you have a lot of posts, images, comments etc. Who wants to lose that?
So here are some easy steps that will prevent that and ensure you have a back up in place.
Backing up your blog content:
1. Go to the WP Admin (your dashboard)
2. Click ‘Tools’ and a side window will open
3. Click ‘Export’ – ‘Choose what to export’ -click ‘All content’
4. Click ‘Download export file’
5. All content will be downloaded – you will receive a message from WordPress, saying that they will email you a link to the file
6. Go to your email box – look for the email
7. Click on the link in the email and the backup will be downloaded to the hard drive on your computer
8. I recommend you also back this up with a memory stick in case your hard drive fails – then you know its secure!
Although it’s still spring, the temperature has been in the low 30Cs the last few days. The birds and their offspring are scarce but the wildflowers and insects are everywhere you look at the reserve. My first bee and flower photograph of the season, always a cheerful combination!
1964: When Bert Cousins shows up at a christening party unannounced and holding a bottle of gin, the events of what follows lead to the break up of two marriages.
1988: Franny is working as a cocktail waitress in Chicago when she meets the esteemed writer Leon Posen. When she tells him her life story he turns it into a best selling book called Commonwealth.
This is a wonderful family saga that superbly tells of the aftermath of divorce and the rippling effects it can have on the family members. There are six children spread amongst the two families, and each one has their own upsets and ways of dealing with the seperation to their lives and to the dysfunctional family that they inevitably become.
Franny (the baby in the original christening party) has dropped out of law school; Albie (the youngest child ) chooses to live a nomadic life, while Holly moves overseas. There are themes of loss, family, death, passion and childhood.
The saga spans 50 years and is beautifully written, moving back and for across two different states in America. The characters are well formed and distinctive, especially Franny and her father Fix Keating, whose brash personality I found endearing as we learnt of his regrets at opening the door to Bert Cousins on that fateful day.
Patchett is a master story teller and on my list as one of my favorite authors. 5/5. 📚
I am on a fitness spurt at the moment. So this morning I drove up to a lake near our house. Regatta Waters is a popular spot for all sorts of people to visit; new mums pushing prams, energetic dads on bicycles, groups of walkers, picnickers and dog walkers. The lake accomodates water sports like canoeists and kyakers – its a fast growing community with one interest; to enjoy the beautiful scenery and wildlife around the lake.
Here are a couple of pictures I took this morning. I’m back home with a hot coffee and a very tired terrier.
Since I enrolled on the Creative Writing course in Feb (is it really only 12 weeks ago?), the time has run away from me. I have forgotten how intense uni life can be and I’m just studying part time! Suddenly, I have academic research to do, papers to read (and try and understand ), powerpoints and group discussions to attend, as well as assignment work. Luckily the course has no exams, which I loath with a passion, or I may throw in the towel on this!
My book has had to take a backseat while I tackle this coursework. I managed to get 2,000 words down on the weekend, when I usually achieve at least 5, 000 words. The first semester ended last week, so I have a month off! Thank goodness ☺
I’ve learnt so much already about researching (very helpful for a historical writer!), about Creative nonfiction as an incredibly powerful genre of writing (and we’ve discussed some awesome writers , Truman Capote and Jack Kerouac to name just a few) that my brain is set to explode with knowledge!
So many good writers. Is my writing up to it? Feel partly inadequate , and partly inspired to carry on! ☺
I’m just at the finishing stages of the third book of the A Celtic Trilogy series. Its title is The Tourmaline Bracelet and is set in WW1, based around Elen’s great grandson Harry Jameson. I just have editing and proof reading to do for release August 2017. I ordered a matte cover version of Elen which arrived this week.I am really pleased with this compated to the glossy option they provide, and will definitely use this again!
This morning my fox terrier dog Billy and I went out for our daily walk. We usually take the path at the back of our house then walk up the covered steps where the council have thoughtfully placed a bench for us walkers, but today I decided on a different route. We have a flooded plain area at the end of our street for the local wildlife; a conservation patch that is a favoured haunt for the local wildlife. On more than one occasion I have heard sounds and movements through the tall eucalyptus trees and lemongrass bushes; cracking twigs, chirping and rustling. My psyche is very calm when it comes to local wild life, but this IS Australia, the land that has the most poisonous wild life in the world.
This morning I’m happily strolling along the outskirts of the flooded plain area when a screeching and a flapping appears on my nearside. A magpie, perched on the lowest branches of the tree, watches us intently through orange eyes; a clear indication that it was a juvenile bird. I step back onto a twig, just as a butterfly flies into my vision. I muffle a scream, startling my dog at the same time.
Have you ever felt silly? I have, just this morning…..
Slinking away as quietly as I could, a sudden movement on the path ahead indicates that a large black lizard has heard my clumsy movements. He flicks his tail at me, running into the bushes.
My dog goes bananas, barking frantically, hackles raised. I nearly lose hold of his lead, which would be disastrous as he;
1) has no road sense; and
2) would run into thick bushes which lead to the Aussie outback and never be seen again!
Disaster abated, I walk quickly down the road, dragging Billy with me, who was still barking and pulling himself towards the bushes. No sign of the lizard of course, he was halfway up the mountains by now….
A glutton for punishment, Billy and I take our evening stroll after dinner. Before we had even got past my front door porch, Billy had grabbed a massive cane toad into his mouth. He shook the knobby lump, legs flailing around his mouth and spit hitting my legs, the wall, everywhere. I scream into the hallway and my hubby ran out, holding a broom in his hand, ready to swipe the thing onto the lawn.
What a drama! I frantically wipe the foam off my dog’s mouth with a damp cloth before we continue our walk – we hadn’t left the front door yet!
I think the next time we go for one of our lovely, leisurely, and relaxing walks again – I will ensure that I am properly prepared, with a cover over my head, a stick to shoo away the wildlife, and boots to protect my feet.