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“Someone is saying terrible things about you,” I supposedly tweeted to my prized list.  And only two people knew what was going on, and yet they were crass enough to blame it on me, as though being a writer, a best-selling one at that, and exploring Social Media Marketing wouldn’t put you on a crash course with this Tech Red Brigade of Do Nothing/Destroy Everything For No Reason At All /and AIN’T WE COOL WITH HIGH SCHOOL BRAINS I heard about all my computing life but chalked up to an urban myth.  Species: Hacktus Despickablis.

I certainly didn’t know what was happening.  Even though passwords wouldn’t work just hours after changing them and people I unfriended would come back. I’d distinctly been put the ringer at some sites.  I blamed a lot of mishaps on not changing my tech for seven years, and a lot for new wave of gadgets I’d bought: all these apps and apples, and some second-hand stuff to help friends out.  For the first time in 35 years of computing, real problems were cropping up everywhere.  And it didn’t help when Apple sent me a letter that I had a bum hard drive and did I mind just bringing it in and wasting $10,000 of work, then spending another 10 on reinstalling all the stuff I needed, but they needed the receipts and installation disks just to prove I laid out the cash–oh,  and sorry the inconvenience? This was the company I thought so much of?

When I first started out with tech, no windows, just DOS, my wondrous Okidata laser printer did something wrong and was sued, but not to me; still, they  compensated me with a lifetime of printing drums, which is what costs a fortune in those things anyway.  Apple bragged that they were going to replace their broken hard drive for FREE. Wow!! Steve Jobs truly is so cold and dead.  I’d love to hire a big big attorney and a big big PR agent and show them that we’re noticing.

I did get all scared for a while and took all this shrink pills BUT in the course of six decades it was only three years, and the rest of the times I was hassling NYC cabbies and insulting Miami muggers.  I’m a nice little girl but don’t mess with me, you know. And I’m a journalist, it’s my nature to be curious.  Which brings me back to my Web 2.0 or 2.5  and the Swollen Brigade Eye Net—the new/old  Internet secret–who are pissing me off  something cruel.

HACKERS.  HACKERS IN MY COMPUTER. ON MY PHONE. IN MY VIDEOS. ON FACEBOOK PHONY PAGES, SOON TO BE ON YOURS.

Did mankind really think that he/she could create something simply positive and in the spirit of evolution without some jealous, mental cases yearning for attention blowing up bridges? And there we were, lambs to the slaughter all linked together downloading/sharing those free apps? music? PDFs? books? RSS feeds?  Didn’t they tell us not to download attachments?   And what about push messages? No one but geeks got that one.  They push right through your door.  They stole my book right off my hard drive.( I have lots of copies dudes!  Fortunately, they’re sorta trapped in a computer right now at least, although one weenie head I recognize from his phony name with a crush lives about 80 miles away (but has no neck). I notice they got to my agent about six months ago,which must be why she looks so sad lately and has withdrawn so much publicity.  For me, it’s just the opposite. A call  for some revenge for these past miserable years. And a healing??  To see how many  geeks really want to win the pretty girl and stand tall.  America is becoming, and good guys/gals officially, a girly scout camp of wimps.

I say, no more. Basta. Look, I’m no idiot by far, I’m not going to wipe them out.  Every time I visit my mirror Facebook page or click on my Viddy, I exponentially multiply the hackers, who think also put on a show of  smoke are mirrors. The count reads 33,000 are after me (BUY MY BOOK here!) but then viewed in another way, it’s only 77.

My friends say to ignore them and obviously can’t  think beyond their next pin image on the board. Just today, Barnes & Noble announced some trouble,  and several other sites just said this week they’re having a problem. Yep, that worked well with Hitler, that ignoring plan. He’ll go away, they’ll  go away, don’t think so! This is what evil does, and it just gets stronger and meaner with these dustballs until we’ll have to nuke them. It’s that Thriving When Good People Do Nothing.

 

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Well, I may as well make this pretty and awful, instead of just having an entry that links back and forth to my e-mail.

I may never write a book again, finish LUI, never write anything at all.

Except for this blog, and a list of passwords I keep, that for some reason keeps changing.

I start out with the best of intentions, but now I see the PassWord Ghouls lie within, giggling in my neurons till I wake

and grab my I phone with all my mobile apps. Do I remember the passwords, as I’m supposed to do? No,

hence, I have to change them, which throws off the whole list and we’re off to the races again. Of course, because you

can’t use one you’ve tried in the last few months, or do this or that, you end up completely forgetting everything, and

your temper rises, like now. HOW DO I GET THIS BLOG IN ANOTHER TYPE AND DOUBLE-SPACED? WHAT IS

THE DAMNED RSS FEED AND WHAT’S THEREFORE THE REAL URL? I read the instructions and they didn’t

come through. Am I the only idiot on WordPress? Yet this is such a nice blog. I’ll go now.

"The Poke" Obession

All day People poke me, though not in the satisfying way. No one knows what a poke means, but in real life, I think I could sue them. Then I’d miss them.

“Man is, at one and the same time, a solitary being and a social being. . . .”

                            —Albert Einstein

Now, it would seem to me, that this describes our current emerging and most satisfying relationships in the social networking society. I feel as though I am in freshman orientation during my first week at NYU, with all the energy and enthusiasm of my 16 years on earth,looking forward to a limitless future in an immensely exciting city. But this time, decades later, people are buzzing around me from all corners of the world; I am surprised when I find a post so friendly and knowledgeable about my work coming from Finland or France.

I sit here in Los Angeles, the third city in which I’ve lived, and for the first time no longer an isolated, manic insomniac writer with a DUI and a breathalyzer (an IID, or device from the demon factory) attached to my car. I am a citizen of the world. An only child, I’m not used to having so many friends, and yes, all of you, each one, are friends. People with blogs, on Facebook, on Twitter, on Linked In, etc. particularly on Facebook, simply because it’s where I’ve been posting for a year. There’s Kim, whom I love, and Pierre-Andre (I hurt him by a sharply worded post about God, but we quickly reconnected through the Higher Self and only grew closer.) Then there’s the lovely April, I can picture her before me having coffee, having studied her photos and wait for her messages brimming over with warmth. Anne means the world to me, and when she has a good day, it makes mine a bit better.

Arlene is someone I truly admire, because she is, like me, one of the few older posters who refuses to stop and sit by the side of the road. Instead she’s right alongside, learning to network and link and I encounter her at Pinterest on my way back to tweet someone.  There are so many new friends I cannot count and more I’m yet to know better, I can’t wait.  Just posted this to them

I’m blogging about you guys over at WordPress. Be right back. Meanwhile, I’m remembering my first trip to California when I was in my 20’s. Didn’t think much of LA, but I loved the giant redwoods up North. Sat among them and inhaled that smell. It was then I knew what meditation was, instantly. Looking up, so engulfed by nature, feeling such peace, not one bit alone, but so loved…..

And then there are the old and dearest ones I have reconnected with, the good friends from New York and Miami. Irela, the sweetest and smartest–shining Miami light, who I now find in big business with a beautiful son and whom I remember, standing alongside me at one of my plays, starring the beautiful and talented Lisa (who now lives in LA with hubby and little angel, Maya), Irela working with the man who would become the father of her gorgeous child.

Nat such a surprise and cherished memory I thought lost as a corporeal being, the genius, with the most class I ever met, the charmer who wowed a wide-eyed 21-year-old, Britt, my first editor in 1978 at The Dial Press, with whom I always had an almost psychic connection. Now renewed, as if not a day has passed, we call each other regularly and send music over e-mails. Jonathan, a new but dear friend, who’s taught me so much about Israel and about life, and of course Michael Gross, my best friend in LA, who dragged me onto Facebook in the first place.

I am writing a book, which will be my 11th, a quirky form of memoir (I don’t like rules) called LIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE, which on the web, I sometimes refer to as LUI (given the love for acronyms), and on Facebook, on my timeline, I offer excerpts. In fact the whole book is non-linear and I know I’ll have the fight of my life to keep it that way, but each excerpt is a story from a different time and place of my story and they do fit together like omens and portents and pieces of a puzzle. FB is what kept me going, and for the first time since the age of eight, when this gift burst out of me and the pressure was on, I suddenly loved writing, I was in my dharma, and there you all were. Everything made sense.
Now there is Morgen, whom I wish to hire to re-design and focus this blog a bit better, and the very talented writer and editor Rachel, whom I will be working with next week on the 3/4 of the manuscript which is completed. When I started the project, the thought of self-publishing was like the old vanity publishing and so insulting to me, once a senior editor and twice a bestseller, I didn’t give it a thought. But I should have known better, because I’m a magician. That means a privately trained metaphysician, who learned long ago (but one never learns without constant vigilance) that the EGO is one’s worst enemy and is quick to judge such things, so often leading us astray. So when even Britt mentioned it, I began to explore.

Today I have come to many conclusions about my publishing plans, and which steps I might take, knowing that the old road was inefficient and in many ways, incompetent, and that for the author, the new road–through blogs, websites, Kindle e-books, and then, perhaps, a traditional house, might be a better a wiser route. Then again, I will leave it up to my Higher Self to show me the path. My job is simply to write.

It’s funny. I have two books aching to get out of this machine that you’ll love. One is a sort-of vampire tale, romantic and erotic, set in the adult industry, not for the kiddies. The one I spoke of, LUI, is for anyone acquainted with the human condition, but R-rated. And after that, my poetry, which has been published since I was a teenager but lately, lies neglected in various files within my Apple. I dig it out from the wildest places, like my Tax folder.  Anyway, I was thinking of what I’d use to build an Author‘s page for Amazon, totally forgetting I was an author.  So I went there yesterday, typed my name in, and what?  It said, among my books, Roberta E. Morgan, Author’s Page!
https://www.amazon.com/author/robertamorgan
I left one open space, for a Kindle e-book.
My new friend, my astrologer, Patrice Cole, told me it should be out by my birthday, which is May 1st. I’m a pro as far as polishing. Besides, I love rewriting, playing with words, truly I do.  And all of you can help.  Constructive advice I can take or not, but I again trust the universe to bring it to me.  The way the flow of things ever positive brought all of you.

The same friends either in front of me at a table for coffee or in front of me at my computer desk. Just keep in touch.

Roberta