Internet Hiccups: a boon for IWSG Hibernators?

MONTHLY IWSG CORNER

2013 is the year for solar maximum in an 11-year cycle

I’m not the only one suffering from internet surges; solar flares notwithstanding. While our dear Sun is not surging to the same degree as it did last February at this time we are still in a delicate window, as the SpaceWeather gurus would have it.

For us bloggers, insecure or otherwise, this might be seen as a boon, a blessing, a break away from the electrons which pull us relentlessly through the freeze of winter and into a, hopefully, more forgiving spring; or we may be so accustomed to computereze and the flow of the airwaves that we stress and tear our hair until the little gizmo, all innocent and apologetic, turns itself back on.

I ought to show bravery, fortitude, like our Ninja Capn. Alex, and just write by hand until my little comp changes her mind and acquiesces… but after years of being wired, I—and I’m sure several other IWSG-ers—get irritated, try to bake bread, make cookies, or throw our energy into non-writing-related artistic activities, hoping the hiccup will pass.

When your toys freeze and won’t play, it’s time for art…
courtesy W.Disney

But, what it comes down to is this: we have—since approximately 1993 or so—stepped up our writing skills to take advantage of internet versatility [communication with others being a supreme advantage; almost like personal mindreading] and we take it hard when our toys fall off the shelf or play hard-to-get.

So this monthly mutter from me may seem unwarranted—if you are in the fortune zone [E.coast US, Atlantic Ocean? and the Falklands!]—but for the rest of us, I say hold on, keep a calm sough—sorry:that’s a very old Scoticism which sounds like a sigh :)—and be prepared to knock out the words in duplicate, in tandem, in spades even, when the ethers deign to bring our connection back into the land of the living.

Meantime, the night sky and starry heavens have more to teach us than frustration. And the Universe is sentient, so perhaps it is listening and our prayers may be answered.

Thanks, as ever, to our fearless leader and to all you (countless) brave minions out there in bit-and-bite-land.
©2013 Marian Youngblood