It’s been three weeks since my last post. And I have been missing my readers and writing, with the likes as a cherry on the top of a piece of chocolate cake.
I will keep my blog up here for a short season. The domain name expires on March 7, and I am not going to renew it, that is probably when I will pull the plug on this blog.
To all my regular readers, a hearty thank you. I hope to see you at my new place. Lots of changes, but still the same ‘ole me.
You can find me at h. renell’s Hearth.
Blessings to you! Over and out.
The last several weeks, I have been debating a change to a self-hosted version of my website. When I started this blog back in March during the first days of the lock down, I decided to use a paid WordPress plan, with the ease of use and the Jetpack social media aspects. A self-hosted plan will give me more control.
I will basically keep the same focus: God, Oregon, and more Christian content. A great debate in Christian circles is: should everything be about Christianity, or is God in the details of a worshiping life as pointed to through secular means? That is a fine line to walk, and requires Holy Spirit discernment for every project.
My plan is to be up and running by early March, when this account will revert back to a free plan. I also plan on complimenting it with a Tumblr account.
Hope to see you there.
I did not know my father except the first few years of my life and the last few years of his. After my mother passed away, I found a shoe box full of letters that he had written to her. I spent the next several weeks reading though them and learning about my past. It was a gift she left, which my brother graciously allowed me to keep. And so a correspondence began with him.
Fast forward several years. My father passed away. I changed one parent’s house for the other, announcing to friends and family I was moving. New starts and all that.
He had a long-time friend that became my friend too. She told me stories about him that had me laughing and saying, boy, that sounds like me! And she gave me a picture of him standing in the snow (if you aren’t familiar with the Oregon coast climate, that doesn’t happen very often).
Though I did not know him very well, he gave me a gift I am still treasuring today: Oregon.
Have a blessed weekend!
Surprisingly, some of my most liked posts are public domain poems. I’ll admit, I post them to keep myself from infringing copyright, but I also believe it is important to read from an historical standpoint. And I try to pick ones that have bearing on current events. Poetry is truly timeless.
So what exactly is the public domain? According to Copyright.laws.com, “they are works that are considered to be in the public domain are not protected by copyright. To be in the public domain means that the works can be used, copied, and distributed without any particular authorization from the copyright holder. This situation occurs when a copyright term expires or the rights themselves have been forfeited.”
In United States copyright law – each country and jurisdiction has its own – it is not a cut and dry date for all conditions of how and when a work is produced. Anonymous works can even be copyrighted. Cornell University hosts a downloadable PDF to explain conditions and dates. (Make sure to figure correct dates, based on the date of the PDF.)
Public Domain Day starts on January 1 of every year for all countries/jurisdictions depending on their own laws, and determines what goes into the public domain. Oregon has its own special case regarding unpublished works.
At the beginning of every year, you can surf the intenet and usually find a list of works that enter the public domain. For 2021, The Mary Sue entertains us with its list, along with the basics of when a work enters the public domain.
Creative Commons explains two different ways artists can choose to release their works into the public.
Copyright law protects an artist’s ability to receive recognition and financial reward from work that is created. But at some time in the future, they are released into the public for everyone’s benefit.
Several weeks ago, I felt the Lord say to me, my writing would save me. And it already has – the one good thing that came out of lockdowns was my learning discipline to blog and enjoying the likes and occasional comments. You really kept me going.
Many years ago I saved articles that decried the Church not meeting the needs of Christian artists.
I have held for a long-time desire to belong to a regular Christian writing community. I have pondered what that means specifically, or how it would play out. Not a how-to, marketing, or anything similar, but a place of support for Christian artists.
As they say, anything new begins with the first step, or in my case, the first blog post. Thinking around one post of three I do a week.
To be continued…