I happened to google myself – I was looking for a specific blog post and it was quicker than going to the website and scrolling through a lot of posts – and the now ubiquitous AI had this to say about me:

Well, that’s certainly lovely to read, but when you consider that I haven’t put anything on my main literary site, or my poetry site, or my humour/political site for several years it’s actually laughable. The situation that I reported recently regarding my not being able to get into Facebook or Twitter (“X”) has become worse, inasmuch as I am now no longer able to access any of those three websites. I wanted to do so today, as it was the only way I could think of to get a message across to my former friends on Facebook that I was still alive. They all know about those sites, but fewer know about this one, so I hope news of my situation filters through to them. But the websites themselves no longer accept my login details or passwords. Heaven knows why!
In a way, it’s a relief not to have to bother with social media. I am old, I am not getting any younger, and I have downsized my online activities drastically, as well as my lifestyle. I took a sabbatical from writing several years ago and never restarted. I have turned all my ideas and notes for novels over to someone else. Now I can no longer use three of what were once very active websites/blogs to let my old pals know I care. I’m okay, folks, please don’t offer to fix this for me – time to let go.
Which brings me to the zen space – will it continue?
Yes, in short, it will. I’ve had some good ideas filtering through, and although I am taking a short break I will revive the Showcases. A big thank you to everyone who has sent messages of support, given me ideas, submitted poetry. Things will get back to some semblance of good order soon.
Love,
Marie
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