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TIMES ARE CHANGING

Updated: Jul 12, 2019

Strange how life goes along, and you find yourself in a not unfriendly groove. Then whoops, things change.


My publisher suggested my website needed work, adding diplomatically it seemed somewhat out of date. The photo, fine. But the presentation of what I’ve published needed a new approach.


He told me the emphasis today was having an expanded profile on social media. Get out there, he said, let people know who you are. Sign up with Twitter, Facebook. Instagram. Especially with a new book coming out.


It was strictly up to me to decide, he said, but working with a website designer would solve the problem. He suggested wix..com.


They’d redesign my website. I’d been with Go Daddy, and learned I didn’t need to drop it, and lose my clarkewallace.com. No, keep Go Daddy. When the site is done, we will connect your domain from Go Daddy to the website. Etc.


I don’t understand any of this. I should, but I don’t. I agree, my website needs a fresh approach.


I’m on Linkedin. Fine, came his reply, but you need more exposure. Instagram, Facebook. Twitter.


I’ve never been a Facebook fan. It lacks a privacy that bugs me. There are too many putting themselves out there for everyone to see. Personal problems, health problems. Day to day dilemmas.


When you finish reading some of that angst, your day is in shreds. Others post stuff they’ve seen, photos like a dog jumping the Grand Canyon. A man throwing himself off a very high ledge – and surviving. Too, too much.


Author’s comment: I’m looking forward to this reworked website. Maybe many of you have been hoping for a new look. You’ll just have to have patience. That includes me. When you do see it, send me as message telling what you think.



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