Not to discount anything my most beloved Mentor suggests to me; he is a wise and upwardly mobile, if not downright social media-ish travel media guru who has taken me from the depths of family travel mediocrity and launched AKontheGO, and me, into his world.
But it's a crazy world of Twitter and Facebook and podcasts and websites and uber-fast, ultra-frenetic media I'm not used to. Like many journalistic "dinosaurs", I started with print media, telling my story in 1,000 word features that gave me ample time to utilize my who, what, when, where, and why. It was comfy, like the old pair of fleece pants and worn out moccasins I wear when writing. Like the Olympic National Park mug I drink my coffee from. Familiar, soft, and flavorful. I wasn't sure about the change-up.
New words entered my vocabulary; terms like "embed". Now I don't know about you, but I am embed around 9 p.m., usually after trying to figure out why the heck I couldn't upload the podcast from the radio show last week or pounding my head on the keyboard because I forgot the sequence for un-privatizing the aforementioned You Tube video. Dammit Jim, I'm a writer, not a Geek. I could care less why something goes here or there, I just want it to do it.
Yukon is no help. Like my father, who led to the decimation of my inbred patience gene, my husband insists on going back to the beginning of the proverbial book and asks the questions to which I already know the answers. Sheesh, doesn't anybody understand me and my needs?
Okay. I'm done.
After a few cryptic texts from Mr. Mentor I finally figured out the upload, but not the way I wanted it. Sigh.
I'll tackle the rest tomorrow. I'm going to sit down and put in a VHS tape in my 1990's VCR. That I know how to do.