Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Making My Online Life Easier

Copyright 2021 By Lori-Ann Willey

Seems how the new Facebook deleted all my NOTES after they said they wouldn't, this is the safest place to post these updates so they are seen.

I’ve decided to make some changes via social media and the World Wide Web. The following is the result:

TWITTER - Account not active.
INSTAGRAM - Account not active.
MEWE Account not active.

FACEBOOK PAGES
Willey’s Dam Camp - Socially Active (Nothing will change. Lifestyle on/off grid)
Lori-Ann Willey (Author) – Socially Not Active (webpage/reference/book listings only)
Tribute Portraits – Less Active until pandemic subsides.
Lori-Ann Willey (personal) – More Active (Allowing Followers and *Friend Requests)
 
Includes Shares From: The Inept Blogger, Lori-Ann Willey (Author), Tribute Portraits, Lori-Ann Willey (website), etc.
 
Includes Occasional Shares From: Willey’s Dam Camp, personal YouTube, personal interviews, personable articles, personal media attention, etc.

*Request Friendship, and then send a message so I know you are not a spammer. No message, no friendship. If I do not recognize your name, I will ask you a question that’ll need answering before I accept friendship. My goal is to go through Friend Requests 1x week.

FACEBOOK GROUPS
Maine Weather / Road Condition Reports – (Nothing Changes)

WEBSITES
Lori-Ann Willey – No Changes
The Inept Blogger – No Change
The Inept Blog (Old) - No longer updated, but readable
YouTube - No longer updated.  Over 500 videos about off the grid living in the Maine woods.
My Bookstore - Always updating my book titles.

Friday, February 19, 2021

An Unspoken Language


An Unspoken Language

Copyright 2021 by Lori-Ann Willey

Through tired contacts that grow older by the day, my eyes, and long static-filled hair that clung to my face like a scared child, I gazed into the still-darkened early morning sky.  With wide-awake eyes, I hoped to see beautiful twinkles of the stars above. After turning my head in all directions, as if an owl trying to find some prey, I hoped to see at least one lone star, a glimmer of light enshrouded by darkness …a hole, if you will, in the vast gray blanket above me.  While scrutinizing a nearby tree, I realized my contacts were clear.  It really was cloudy up there.

My feet were bare as I stood upon an area of hard-packed snow; they were not yet cold.  My arms revealed and bare.  The skimpy black tank top, complete with “sketti” straps of woven nylon.  Everything about that says “cold”.  The clothing that held my legs through two long sleeves of their own made of thin stretchy T-shirt-like material of black and blue camouflage design was the last to tell me it is an 18-degree morning.  In all ways, I should have felt the cold penetrate my body, but I did not. 

To other eyes other than me standing there in the darkness wearing my typical skimpy daily attire, there may be otherwise, nothing to see.  However, to a nature lover, my eyes not only saw the obvious darkness but also streaked gray clouds, the silhouette of a hibernating and baren maple tree before not 50 yards away, and the faint ragged outline of the near-blackened landscape in the distance, too, but they also saw what was not obvious.  My mind’s eye noted the far side of a snow-covered undeveloped area of younger trees jutted, tall, slender, and in such abundance that their very nature huddles them together as a family-a community of their own. 

Nature, she is the very core of who I am.

As I stood in appreciation of the darkness around me, internally, I drafted a book or at least a descriptive essay in poetic form.  All that I saw, albeit so little, and all that I felt with words pulled from my mind, heart, and soul …all in a language not translatable that would offer the same effect or result to anyone else.  It was a heart-felt song of emotion that is difficult to describe -there are no truer words singular or plural.  Even scattered they make sense to this heart of mine.  These words, or as some would call them, emotions, are not translatable in written form.

Facebook -Author

Facebook -Daily Lifestyle Off the Grid

Facebook - Tribute Portraits

Website

The Inept Blogger


 

Monday, February 15, 2021

WELCOME to The Inept Blogger


A NEW BEGINNING
 

Hi!  I'm Lori-Ann Willey.  After a few years absent from a blogging routine, I'm back!  Honesty has it that with the change of a new laptop at the same time Google forced me to change my original Inept Blog and Youtube logins to something that is no longer accessible to me, password, or not, I have not been able to update either my blog or Youtube.  It has been frustrating, to say the least, because I used both accounts often.  Here is to new beginnings.  Don't forget to press FOLLOW on this new blog, too.  -The Inept Blogger.  To access the old blog, go here:  The Inept Blog 

Stay Tuned!

Lori-Ann

FACEBOOK
Lori-Ann Willey (personal)
Willey's Dam Camp (lifestyle)
Lori-Ann Willey (author)
Tribute Portraits (artist)

WEBSITES
About Lori-Ann
The Inept Blog (old)