Published: Sunday February 8, 2015.
Today is the day I push a barebones site design to this website. One of the first things I read last Monday was the news that a new Raspberry Pi is available. The Raspberry Pi I purchased two weeks ago is no longer current. It’s still absolutely usable, of course, and I intend to wring every last penny of value from it, but today has reminded me that I need a certain level of mental metabolism to stay healthy.
The list of things I want to do is growing, not shrinking. I have stuff to complete, new stuff to look into and existing stuff to tweak for an improved life. I’m doing all these things on my own. Perfect is over-rated and unattainable. Iterative is better and healthy, but plays on my mind. Just good enough and getting it done is what works best for me, right now. This site will have a basic theme applied to it from today.
The important thing to note is that, as I write this, I don’t know how it’s going to look. I know there are a hundred or so things that I want to include, but that’s stopping me from getting anything done. It’s a millstone that I can lighten with an hour or two of work.
I don’t need the full set of WAI-ARIA roles in place. I don’t need legalese pertaining to EU cookie law silliness. I don’t need to pass arbitrary validation on my code so it works properly with every browser. I don’t need a CSS framework compiled to my very specific needs.
I need a website, so that you have the choice of RSS or not, and so I can tick it off and move onto the next website, and then tick that off, and so forth. Maybe I’ll come back and do some more work on it in a week, month or year. Maybe not.
This 500 words a day habit has changed me. I flip between liking and loathing writing, said flipping largely being in line with my mood at any given time. On not-so-good days, I write some paragraphs, save the file and do a word count. I invariably find I’m somewhere in the 200-300 work bracket, ball my fists up, stretch my fingers and carry on.
I read the final part of a millstone book last night. I started it back in autumn 2014 and it’s been hanging around since. The editing on it was a masterstroke; all the really good parts are in the first 20 pages, and then the author shows his true colours and I stopped caring.
Or did I.
Was it actually that when I started reading, I was in a different headspace and now I’m thinking differently, or something else. He asks, rhetorically. Whatever it was, I took nothing from it and I’ve chosen to use a book as kindling for the stove. Yes, the best thing to do would be to find a new owner for said book, perhaps passing it on so someone less fortunate than I can read the author’s anecdotes and chuckle occasionally. Maybe I should put it back on the shelf and come back to it in a year when it might make more sense and have more value.
Nope. I’m burning it.