Polite Spam

I logged in after about a week and decided to check on my comments. I had over 70 waiting for me, maybe three-fourths of them supposedly from the same person but all with different starting URLs and email addresses. They were all really nice, full of complements and praise, although also very generic, not always matching my webpage, and clearly written by someone for whom English is a second language. Sadly, my site has apparently been the target of a very polite botnet. I am clearly going to have to add Captcha to my comment fields so that I can differentiate humans from bots trying to praise their way past my defenses.

So if you are an actual human who happened to like my website, said something nice, and then never saw your comment posted, I apologize. You just happened to be overlooked in the flood.

Writer’s Block and Research

The last week has been very bad from a writer’s block standpoint, at least as far as Hell Holes: Demons on the Dalton is concerned. I especially hate it because I am so close to completing the book that I can taste it. But it hasn’t been a complete bust. I did do some research on the book. I also finished the short story “We Service All” as well as some work on this website. Anyway, the last chapter takes place at Eielson Air Force Base about 20 miles southeast of Fairbanks, Alaska. So instead of writing, I spent one evening using Google to see what I could find out about the base that might be useful background for the book. As usual, Google Maps was useful. While the base’s official website wasn’t very helpful, I did get the email address of their Public Affairs Office and sent them an email requesting a little help. Surprisingly, the best source I found on the the Air Force Base was actually a Russian site. Ironic.

Plumbing Disaster = No Writing Today

Dealing with a plumbing disaster made worse by a home remodeling contractor who thinks the correct way to temporarily block a waste water pipe is to shove a rag into it, not tell anyone, and not show up for a couple of days. No writing this evening, and tomorrow evening isn’t looking any better. Aren’t old houses and home remodeling fun? I could get so much more writing done if reality would just leave me alone for awhile. Sigh.