Good Goog has been vaguely ignored while I put together the bones of Photo Goog. Not to mention Little People Books, which I think is averaging about a post a month. But since I can’t add eight more hours into the day, I’m ok with that. It’s also meant that the house looks a little bit like a crash site, I haven’t done any painting since the long weekend and I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel in terms of ideas for dinner.
A friend asked me if I was pregnant today. No, not that way. She wasn’t saying I looked fat. She said it because I looked happy/had that look. Which leads me to believe one of two things, either I’ve been morose for months and too self-obsessed to notice or this blog thing has something to do with it. I choose to believe the latter.
I like creating new projects – they’re like little oases of word or image. And the blogging gig suits me because there’s no editing and I get to overshare. Awesome. Although quite possibly that’s not something I should be striving for.
One thing I’ve discovered in the last few days – I have no talent for coding. That’s not entirely true. I have just enough persistence and very basic knowledge to delude myself into thinking that customisation is possible. And it is. But something that should take a couple of minutes takes me hours. Surely I should have a technical minion of some description to do these things for me? But then there’s nothing like the satisfaction of seeing it when it’s done and knowing that I did every last speck of it.
As if to prove my point. I saved this draft at 4:17pm. It’s now 7:40pm. That’s pretty typical of my day today (or everyday)
Possibly it’s time to stop flying by the seat of my pants and come up with a plan. I do like a plan.
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