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Barbara Custer loves Mylar balloonsand horror fiction.Back in September 2012, I began to self-host my websites, extolling the virtues of self-hosting in a blog. Well, two weeks ago, I quit self-hosting my website and moved it back to WordPress. My Mylar balloons have been urging me to do so, but I had two book releases forthcoming, so I gutted it out until the books went live. I struggled for months with the technical end of it and foresaw more expenses to keep it going. My watershed moment came when I realized I was going to be paying over a thousand dollars this year to maintain the website. Also, my site got hit by malware twice in the last year despite the security measures I’d taken. The balloons had it right, I thought. So much for the virtues of self-hosting.

Around the time I saw the exhorbitant bill, I got an ad from WordPress offering to migrate my website to their server for free if I subscribed to their business plan ($300/year). WordPress would handle the security measures, the updates, the technical glitches. I could go about my business of writing, publishing new books, and editing the magazine Night to Dawn.

Ah, but there are no free lunches or balloons. Some of my beloved plugins went bye-bye, but thankfully, the ones at WP worked for me. After migration, I ran into a snag and learned that Parabola, the theme I used, had vulnerabilities with security, so it would need to go. That meant finding a new theme and redesigning my website. I wanted a theme that would work like Parabola. Not too many did, and some came with a learning curve. Astra looked great until I tried ordering the pro version, but the company that issues Astra didn’t have a user-friendly website. On to Motion theme, issued by WordPress.

Ah, now, the fun begins. The Mylar balloons and I spent the next three days searching out backgrounds on www.Dreamstime.com. Found several and author L. M. Labat helped me pick one that would work. Next came the job of choosing a font—there are a gazillion fonts—large and readable. Motion came with a white font, which I changed to black for the main body. Next came the purchase of Fonts Plugin Pro, which helped a lot. The website is now secure, as security is WordPress’s headache. I’m in a better place, though the balloons are begging me to swap out that green font for the links and replace it with light purple or blue.

Your thoughts?

Kitchen Floor Odyssey

Like all major decisions, my kitchen misadventure began with a discussion between my Mylar balloons and me. A contractor who’d done work for me before called to see if I had any upcoming projects. I said I contemplated replacing the flooring and that I’d get back to him.

“What are you waiting for?” the butterfly, the spokesperson for the balloons, asked. “The tiles you have now look like someone threw up.”

To which I responded with a glare: “Thank you for sharing!”

The balloon giggled. “I’m always happy to help.”

After the phone call, I received a proposal, which I gave to my homeowners’ association. They approved it. I cleared my knickknacks and rolled the table out of the kitchen, anticipating completion in two days at the most.

That was not what happened.

On day one, the contractor (I’ll call him Buddy) pulled up the old tiles, and lo and behold, he found holes in the subfloor. I called the homeowners’ maintenance worker, who said that the subfloor needed replacing due to a heater leak (now fixed). This meant I had to remove all the contents from my cabinet, as that had to come apart. The workers replaced the subfloor, and retiling the floor was rescheduled for the following week. I had limited use of the kitchen—I could do laundry and make coffee, but I got some takeout meals that week. Fantasies of butterflies and other balloon shapes danced before me, but the 100-degree weather prohibited such purchases.

The maintenance people from the HOA were understanding. They have a sense of humor, which helps. Buddy returned as scheduled, and the new tiles were laid without a hitch. In the process, I learned that the buffet needs replacing. That will have to wait. The cleanup followed, including a visit from my exterminator. The front door opens and shuts during such projects, which invites ants and fruit flies. Things are back to normal, and we now have balloon-worthy weather.

My takeaway? In many ways, home upgrades are like writing a book. You might envision beauty, but surprises will happen along the way; upgrades and book projects always take longer than you estimate. Especially in Lyn McConchie’s Forever Cornwall, where people rebuild communities after an apocalypse. No quick run to the local Home Depot in this book, but even in everyday life, you can expect a few messes, even false starts. You should order takeout, or with major refurbishes, prepare to rent a hotel room. In my case, the finished project made the job worth the hassles at the end of the day. Now it’s off to the CVS for more Mylar balloons.

written by Lyn McConchie
The characters in this book had a rough go with housing projects after the apocalypse

Printer Conundrums

I need a balloon. A giant, pink Mylar butterfly balloon. You see, I bought a new printer two weeks ago. The other one quit functioning; printers have a way of doing that. This one almost went back to the shop three times. The first time, the printer wouldn’t print because of an “offline” message. Ditto for the second time. Both times necessitated spending time troubleshooting with the HP print and scan doctor.

This last time, I got an “error” message. That’s all it said. Error. Returning to the store wasn’t an option because we’re getting back-to-back snowstorms this week. Aside from the hazardous driving conditions, there is a long walk from house to car on icy sidewalks, thanks to the refreezing of snow.

Mr. Printer deemed himself worthy of printing off my iPhone but wouldn’t budge with my computer. I turned to my Mylar balloons for guidance, but they bobbed and said, “I don’t know.”  I ran it through the doctor again, and it is okay now. The quality of the print works nicely. I wish it wasn’t so temperamental. Why can’t it be gentle, like the Mylar balloons I find easy to work with.

I once went through a phase where I went through three printers in as many years. The technology on them has yet to get better. The print quality has improved, and they can do more functions thanks to the HP Smart app, but they remain as temperamental as ever.

As for my Mylar balloon wish, a large purple butterfly found me at the Giant this past weekend before the storms started. It rode saddle on my forehead until I checked it out with groceries, knowing the battle with the printer would resume. What are your thoughts on the temperament of printers? Have you found one that works for you? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Here There Be Ghosts

Halloween’s coming, and I’d like to share something that makes my skin crawl. Aside from skeletons, ghosts on the walls give me the creeps. Dat’s wight, wabbits, here there be ghosts. At least, that’s my thought when I get a gander at the moonlit shadows waltzing on the walls. Take a good looksee at the photo above and tell me this doesn’t remind you of ghosts. Some specters are beneficent and will watch over you or give you good advice. They might communicate through a medium. Mylar balloons are excellent mediums for spirits to speak, and I often get advice about my diet. Because of early-stage macular degeneration, I gotta limit my sugar intake, and I’ve taken a severe reaming from the balloons or the spirits in them when I strayed from the diet. The main character in my WIP uses balloons to communicate with her dead mother and other late folks who guide her.

However, not all ghosts are kind, and I suspect those on the walls are brutish. I’ve been petrified of those white shadows since I was a kid. Why, I couldn’t tell you. The moonlight never bothered me when I used to drive at night. Maybe because a moving car gave me security. The moonlight in the picture is coming through a window. The window serves as an open gate for these ghosts. Worse are the thin slits of wall shadow seen when curtains breeze apart and when a moving car’s headlights send these figures scurrying along the wall.

I have privacy film and thick curtains in my bedroom to block the moonlight. I used to cover my window with a heavy sheet. On a high note, those reflections gave me plenty of grist for horrific scenes in my stories.

People tell me there are no ghosts on the wall. Enjoy the moonlight; it’s good for you, they say. Intellectually, I know this to be true; however, my heart thuds at seeing those whitish shapes on the wall.

So now, what gives y’all the creeps? I’d love to hear your stories. 🙂

Here There Be Ghosts

Ode to a Friend

The Great Pumpkin sighted me at the Giant when last I shopped there. It was a beautiful orange pumpkin balloon. When I saw the price, I gasped—too much money. So I tried talking myself into a small balloon, and there were some nice ones. But the pumpkin wouldn’t let me go. The pumpkin  stuck to me like glue, so I capitulated, paid for him, and brought him home cheerfully.

It’s been too long since I blogged, so I had to begin with a balloon story. Life got in the way—some good, as in my grandnephew’s wedding and new book releases. Other things were not as good—a partial rotator cuff tear and a good friend gone to hospice. Beatriz Moisset died on October 18 after a long illness. Multiple Myeloma. When treatment doesn’t go right, it behaves like Parkinson’s disease, wreaking scorched earth on the body. When Anita Stewart announced the forthcoming October blog hop, I realized I was remiss in following up on emails and communication. And all the while, while other members of our writing group and I headed to the nursing home where Beatriz went, the Great Pumpkin made his visit to cheer me.

It was a pleasure to talk with Beatriz. She gave great advice about people, finances, and family. Sometimes, she helped me understand why people do and say things. And she had a sense of humor.

Beatriz also ran the Beehive Writers’ group, offering helpful critiques. She was the thread that held the group together for several years. I’m one of the members, and the others have been very supportive of my writing. At first, the meetings took place at the Giant. When the cancer caused her to tire easily, she held the meetings at her house, serving refreshments. Others would bring treats to share. Then the pandemic hit, so she continued the meetings via zoom. All the while, she continued getting weaker but soldiered on holding meetings. I came to her house, masked and sanitized since cancer treatments wiped out the immune system. On days she felt exhausted, she started the meeting, and the conversation continued.

I turned her living room into a balloon farm. She loved her turkey in the backyard, and when it was gone, I gave her a turkey balloon. The plants I brought were surefire hits. She loved her flowers and pollinators. Last Easter, she said she wished she could go to Argentina and have one of their meat quiches. I make Italian sausage quiche every Easter, so I offered to share some of it, which I did. She later thanked me, laughing, that while she enjoyed the sausage pie, it was not what she had at home. 

She loved feeding people and often had several candy boxes on the table. Going to her house was like visiting a favorite aunt. I wish I could have gone to the Beehive meetings when they took place at the Giant.

Beatriz was very encouraging with my efforts at my work-in-progress. I have been struggling with it, especially after an extensive edit. One of the last things she told me was, “Please continue with your writing. I wish you luck.” I promised her that day that I would complete the book. Meantime, the pumpkin balloon sticks by my side, reminding me of when it’s time to work on my projects.

Bucks County Writers Group in Hatboro. Top row, left to right: Barbara of the Balloons, Allan, and Ethel. Bottom row: Beatriz, Dave, and Linda. Picture taken about ten years ago.

Editing Software Wars

author of Night to Dawn magazine

A lot of editing software has come out to help us writers improve our writing. The two top-rated ones are Grammarly and ProWritingAid. Dat’s wight, wabbits; I’m talking about editing software, not balloons, though a few Mylar balloons have followed me home from the store.

ProWritingAid has tempted me with a great deal on their premium membership, and so I got one. You must wonder why when I’ve been extolling the virtues of Grammarly. In several blogs, I’ve read that it’s best to use a combination of Grammarly and ProWritingAid. ProWritingAid looks for overused words, cliches, echoes, repeated phrases, and alliteration. It also evaluates the readability of your writing, such as paragraph lengths and consistency. It also has seminars that explain how to use these features here.

Grammarly has been convenient because I have its app in my Word file. I click on the green “Open Grammarly” button, and the software does its work. ProWritingAid has an app, but I haven’t yet figured out how to download it. After writing the introduction to NTD 41, I uploaded it to ProWritingAid and was amazed at how it caught errors. However, there’s a learning curve with ProWritingAid. I don’t know what they mean by echo, for example. Several of the paragraphs in my intro were labeled “hard to read,” and I’m not sure I understand why. Grammarly doesn’t mark a section hard to read, but if you’ve got a clunky sentence, they’ll point it out.

I will continue to use Grammarly for my nonfiction material. I used it well in my Night to Dawn stories, including the ones in Margaret Carter’s Vampire Doctor. But I want to give ProWritingAid a go, especially with my fiction work. It would behoove me to attend some of these seminars and not daydream about my balloons. However, my balloons can also listen and learn something.

Do you use editing software in your writing? What kind? I’d love to hear about your experiences.

vampire fiction by Margaret L. Carter