Perpetual Tinkering

I’m tinkering again: activating and deactivating themes with abandon, rotating photos in and out of featured spots, concocting glittery phrases for subheads, and outwitting my more rational urges at every turn. This has never been a productive space to play, tumbling into a perpetual loop of A/B testing with no ship date in sight.

I’ve had that same John Banville quote on the site for three years, changing the dates every few months to assure myself that I was indeed making progress. Even a year of Squarespace’s dead-simple publishing path fails to wring more than a sentence or two out of me.

So I did what I always do: chucked it all, found a new host, installed WordPress for the 63rd time, and spent the last two weeks wondering why in the hell I was doing this all again. 

I made it two weeks into NaNoWriMo last month before my momentum fizzled. It wasn’t a total loss though, because I now have an actual writing habit outside of my paid work. I also have a better understanding of what I want to write (something existing in the space between FrasierWorld of Warcraft, and the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog) and the determination to try that writing-a-novel-in-a-month racket all over again next year—writing every day until then of course!

The coming posts will mostly hew towards the geekier side of culture, finance, and my growing interest in all things deep learning.

Is this the headway I’ve been looking for?

I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.

Gather at the Ramparts

Of all the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works. When darkness sifts from the air like fine soft soot and light spreads slowly out of the east then all but the most wretched of humankind rally. It is a spectacle we immortals enjoy, this minor daily resurrection, often we will gather at the ramparts of the clouds and gaze down upon them, our little ones, as they bestir themselves to welcome the new day. What silence falls upon us then, the sad silence of our envy. 

—John Banville, The Infinities