Sometimes I want to find the person that invented the Internet and poke his eyes out. Does anybody know where Al Gore is hanging out these days? Yeah, yeah, I know he didn’t say exactly that, but somebody somewhere had to come up with the idea, and whoever that person is, I hate him (or her).
A few days ago I told you that something was wrong with my author’s website, nickrussellbooks.com. While it could be accessed with most Internet browsers, people using Google Chrome got a red screen with a message that said it was a phishing site. After a couple days of fiddling with it and talking to Go Daddy and Google, my buddy Greg White stepped in and started poking around. I don’t understand all of the details, but basically it came down to I had to have an SSL certificate, which assures Google’s web browsers that it’s a safe site to visit. We got the certificate and Greg did his magic, and I had hoped that things would be back to normal by now. No such luck, people are still getting the message when they try to go to the website using Chrome.
And then yesterday some readers couldn’t get to my Sunday blog, again using Chrome, but they could with any other web browser. I posted a link to the blog on Facebook and they could get to it from there even with Chrome. Greg to the rescue again. He got it figured out, and hopefully the problem is resolved.
I swear, there are times when I just want to close the blog and the website all down and save myself the frustration. But I would miss chatting with you folks every morning, so I’ll keep dealing with it.
Since I couldn’t figure out the website issues myself, I spent a good part of the day in Somerton County with my pal John Lee Quarrels. Yeah, I know there’s no such place, and I know that John Lee is just a figment of my imagination. But we get along well together. I went through and corrected the 5,000 words I wrote the other day and then wrote another 4,700 words.
I called it a day when Miss Terry announced dinner was ready, delicious chicken filets and something called gnocchi, which is a kind of potato pasta, topped off with a lemon herb drizzle piccata. I had never had it before, but it was delicious. You know those clay pigeons I talked about yesterday? I truly believe Terry could even cook those and make them taste good.
Terry and Beverly both have doctor appointments today, and once we’re back from them I hope to get some more writing done. I’m looking forward to finishing this book so I can goof off for a few days before starting on the next one.
Congratulations Fred Croscut, winner of our drawing for an audiobook of Point Taken, the tenth book in my friend Ben Rehder’s excellent Blanco County mystery series. We had 60 entries this time around. Stay tuned, a new contest starts soon.
Thought For The Day – One of the nicest things you can say to your wife or husband is, “If I had it to do over again, I’d choose you again.”