All I want to do is write something and post it. Is that too complicated?
Well it wasn’t for several years, but suddenly it has become cumbersome, awkward, confusing, frustrating, and yes, complicated.
The new WordPress block editor is driving me a bit nuttier than I have been known to be. And I want to yell and scream, but alas, no one is listening.
Instead, I get instructions on how to use the ‘old’ method that is more baffling than the new one. I admit I’m not the most astute blogger attempting to post my mundane thoughts to a limited audience. Yes, I know some of you have mastered the blocks, but I ain’t one of you.
At 78 I prefer to keep things simple, easy, and unchanging. Too bad, Margo. WordPress isn’t made for you, or at least will not accommodate your preferences.
I like WordPress. She has been a good friend for many years, letting me mumble, shout, meander, rant, display, and allowing my little voice to ring out over the cyber ethers.
She hasn’t complained, chastised, argued or pouted. She has been loyal and dependable. But suddenly, when she wants to express herself, I’m the one not cooperating.
All this time I have been under the illusion she was here to serve me. She was to accomodate, be flexible, and make no demands. Oops. She didn’t get the memo, apparently.
So here I sit, stewing because I can’t seem to figure out what she wants. Instead of her listening to me, she is wanting me to pay attention and follow her, in a language I’ve never learned.
Who knew she even had a voice? And now I’m suppose to learn from her?
I’m traumatized, and in the middle of a pandemic and a presidential election!
Who is crazier, Trump, WordPress or me.
Don’t answer this if your choice is the third option.
If this post does not appear in your inbox, well, obviously I did something wrong, and once again I have not mastered this Block language.