The day I broke the blog

Well, it appears I broke the blog today. I attempted to update something or other without the assistance of a professional, and I reached what I believe they call “the WordPress white page of death”. I concur. I felt as if I died a small death right then and there when I hit a blank white screen and couldn’t retrieve any of my posts. I told my husband that between the apparent loss of all of my writing, the steady stream of writing rejections I receive, and the fact that I just scrapped nearly 10,000 words on my current work in progress, I took this as a sign that I should give up writing for good.

He suggested I try therapeutic massage instead. When I realized this was not a suggestion to head to the spa to overcome my blog’s near death experience and the decimation of my writing dreams, I stood behind him and rubbed his back while he attempted to fix the problem. Hours. It took hours, and the blog still looks a little wonky and unfinished. We’re working on it.

All of this internet nonsense comes on the heels of my leaving a new-ish Kindle at our previous hotel (one and 1/2 hours away), as well as my inability to distinguish between a.m. and p.m. on the family calendar, leading to all sorts of scheduling hullabaloo. The only words I have right now are “I’m sorry”, but they feel awfully small in comparison to the mess I created over the last few days.

While we’re displaced from home and traveling to a new location every couple of days, I suspect I’ll have to use these words often. I realize now how heavily I rely on routine, on my little lists, and my daily rhythms to keep our lives humming along. I can’t function well without them. I need the slow stretch of time during the quiet hours, the early mornings while the kids sleep, the bedtimes and bible story routines. Right now, I feel as if I’m living with a bunch of caged monkeys in the zoo.

Once my husband restored most of the blog, I took it as a sign I might have a future in writing after all. It’s also possible the cramp in my hands caused me to realize I am ill-suited for any other career path, especially any form of masseusery, scheduling, or technology. I have words and a few mildly amusing stories. And for today, the white page of death doesn’t own me.


When was the last time you had to say “I’m sorry”?


  • Mark Allman

    “I stood behind him and rubbed his back while he attempted to fix the problem. Hours. It took hours” You do realize he may have figured out the problem in minutes minus the back rub!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Truth! ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Crazy! I’m glad your husband was able to get it sorted! I for one enjoy reading your writing…don’t give up!

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Thanks for the encouragement, Fiona:) And thanks for reading!

  • I think it sounds like you need a massage now!

  • Kimberly Amici

    Glad everything got fixed. I am reminded how much I liked my routine now that it is temporarily suspended, having the kids home from school. Everyday brings something different. It’s been fun but hard to rein in.