It’s Not Like There’s A Specific Window

A babbling, post-snowfall creek.

Friends,

Sometimes you hear nice things about your work that stop that voice in your head that says you’re not good enough. Sometimes, and it may not come very often, you hear those nice things often enough, or about a broad enough section of the things that you do, to make you take notice. Recently, that you has been me and I couldn’t be more thrilled.

I recently finished a redesign of the company’s website that people seemed to like. And those people were folks like the company’s board of directors and several of my many bosses. The basic design was done by an outside agency, who gave me a PDF that had to be deconstructed and rebuilt to actually be a thing. Imagine handing somebody a Post-It with picture of lasagna scrawled on it, then asking them to make dinner. It was a little bit like that. The old site I have been maintaining for however long was pretty bad, but the less said about that, the better.

One of my very dearest friends is also a talented and clever designer who has been calling me up to write words for magazine advertisements and to build websites for her friends. I’m writing for trade publications, but it’s a real gig for a national audience and it’s been a lot of fun. I’ll post some of those when I can find them out on the internets. I’m also available to write marginally humorous and nearly always clean jokes for your kid’s parties and bat mitzvahs. Lots of enchanted pony walks into a bar stuff. The kids love it.

And then there’s this here hot mess of neglect. Recently, there’s actually been some real interest in seeing more posts on this very blog. The interesting thing is that I’ve been looking at the dismal traffic numbers and assumed nobody was reading the thing. What they don’t tell you in Big Time Blogging School is that nobody will visit if there’s no new content.

Who knew!

– bob