Hands down, computers make our lives easier. But, I’m not ‘gonna lie they also have a hand in driving me batshit crazy when they don’t do what I want them to do!!
Case in point, I’ve gone nuts over the last few days trying to add two little social media icons to my website (I currently use Weebly.) Little 32x32 nuggets that navigate visitors to a linked social media site.
Facebook, Instagram, Gmail, Pinterest all the “big hitter” icons are there, but what about some icon love for BookBub or Goodreads or a dozen other sites with great content but lack the clout to be recognized as a “drag and drop worthy” icon.
I’m sure a computer savvy person would have solved my problem in a heartbeat or I could have paid a programmer. I could have Googled, maybe found someone, made a request, …waited….for…a…response…, sent a payment, and solved my dilemma. But I’m impatient and fairly set in my ways (read:stubborn), I wanted to solve this myself and quickly.
I’ve finally done it!!! It might not be perfect, but I figured it out. Honestly, I haven’t been this excited since I hit “upload” on Fractured Promises. I included the html embedded code below. If you need it, feel free to use the steps. Remember, this girl isn’t a programmer nor do I play one on TV. This is what worked for me. If it can help someone else from pulling their hair out then use it.
Do a Google search for the icon you want to add. I found this website useful for downloading icons commonly used by authors https://insights.bookbub.com/bookbub-follow-bookmark-buttons-for-authors-websites/
Either download a group of icons or you can right click on a specific icon and “Save As” Name it and save it on your computer.
Upload the image to your website (In Weebly, I created a new page, named it images, turned off its visibility, and uploaded both images to that page.) If you are looking for Goodreads or BookBub, feel free to use the images I used https://www.alipierce.com/images
Publish your site.
Put the URL address of your newly created webpage in your browser’s search bar (This is the page you uploaded your images to on your website.)
Right click on the image and “copy image address”
Paste your image address into the html text below (Delete the red text and replace it with your image link. Make sure to only replace what is highlighted in red.)
Visit the address of the social account you want to direct visitors to and copy the URL
Paste the copied URL address into the html text below (Delete the green text and replace with your social URL address. Make sure to replace only text highlight in green.)
Copy the new html text you created
Log back into your website account, find where you want to display the icons on your page and insert the html text into your page (In Weebly, I select the “embed code” option, drag and drop where it I want it shown on the page)
Publish your page.
Google your website and try your icons to make sure they are re-directing to the site you want to re-direct to.
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If you are a human who has ever composed a document on a computer, you’ve been there. The moment when you’re looking at the words, that seemed to flow from your fingers like a faucet, and suddenly they’re gone. You wonder if your eyes are playing a cruel trick? Or maybe you accidentally minimized the screen? But to no avail, your words are gone and with them so has your will to live.
Yes, it happened to me. Still plugging away at my first book, 79,000 words in and it all vanished. I was 250 miles from home and not attached to my home server, so I quickly scanned the documents on my computer knowing I had been diligent in setting up backups for my writing program. How could I be staring at a document that had gone from 79,000 to 1,232 words just by opening the program?
I immediately contacted tech support, with whom I share a bed and three children, who put his magic fingers of computer knowledge to my keyboard. After about ten minutes of looking, tech support advised I wait to get home and pull the server backup over to my computer. Easily said, not so easily done as I found when I arrived home.
I resorted to begging tech support to look at the problem after he had driven 250 miles home through stop and go traffic. After a few minutes of work, I heard “Hmm, that’s interesting.”
I have an adolescent knowledge of computer, but those words sent my stomach into my throat. Afraid, but dying to know, I whispered, “What does that mean?”
“I can’t see one of the servers on the home system, and that’s the one your work it set to point to.”
I think if my heart was able to run a race, it would have won the Kentucky Derby in that moment. I stood up and went to get ready for bed wondering how long it would take to recreate the words that had taken me six months to transfer from my head to the page. I knew if anyone would have been able to find the missing pieces of my mind, it was my husband, my tech support. I went to bed feeling sick, but resigned to starting over.
I had settled into sleep an hour later when I heard the whisper of my husband’s voice. “It took me a while, but I found it.”
I had never been so happy as to hear my husband’s voice utter those words. My name is Ali Pierce, and I’m in hopelessly in love with my tech support.
Have you ever sat in your dentist's chair and thought...I take care of my teeth, brush, floss, don't eat a ton of sugar. I've got this.
Your dentist gives you a “hmmm” and “mmmm” and you start thinking, he’s either really hungry or there might be something wrong in this oral cavity of mine. As he flips off the light and the chair takes you on the slow journey back to a normal seated position, he hits you with words that should never be uttered (to a woman my age as far as I’m concerned)…I believe you’re going to need braces to correct the problems you mentioned. Staring at his face, you formulate all necessary arguments: 1) Been there, done that. Have the bent, ripped up 20 year-old retainer to prove it.; 2) Um, you do know how old I am, right?; 3) Surely, you must be referring to one of my children and their little crooked, non-picket fence spaced teeth.
With a bit of an over-exaggerated laugh, he says, “No. I’m afraid my 40 years of experience says you need braces to correct your little crossbite.” I seriously don’t think I heard another single word he uttered as I sat and looked out the window at the ducks frolicking in the stream behind his office. Needless to say, my husband and children were no much help to my mental state. My husband insisting it would be fine as long as I invested in some neon outfits and some oversized hair scrunchies. (My hard limit was when he suggested I cut my hair into a style with bangs.) My daughter simply laughed and informed me that she had already been done with her braces wearing experience over a year.
That night as I was completing the “ready for bed ritual,” I looked at my teeth and tried to be objective. Would having straighter teeth boost my confidence when I smiled? Would I make sure to wear my retainer, after this set, for the rest of my life? If I could tell my younger self one thing, what would it be?
Well, I made the decision to have the braces put on my teeth six months ago. After having to avoid corn on the cob (I think I cried a little when I couldn’t eat it), popcorn, rice crispies and red wine for six months, my rule following self finally saw the payoff when they were removed last week.
Would I make the same decision again? Yes. It has been a confidence boost I didn’t know I needed. What would I say to my younger self if given the chance…It's never too late to make a change that makes you feel happy AND Build the highest tolerance to red wine possible because you’re going to have a forced dry spell in about 20 years AND have 3 kids AND a husband who travels. Good luck with that!
I have an affinity for stories that promise an escape from my own every day realities. Whether it's to avoid: a trip to the grocery store, a pile of dirty laundry, or the tenth round trip to my child's school, I carve out snippets of time (5, 10 or even, gasp! 30 minutes to myself) to escape into the pages of a book.