Tomorrow is a big day. Apart from the day when millions of people across the UK go back to work; flowers from the service station bought as presents for wonderful mums start their unstoppable descent into wiltage; and the weather forecasters predict the wrong kind of rain (because, my dears, precipitation is always just around the corner upon this fair and green island of ours)…
I will finally launch the website.
It’s with a hybrid of anticipation, excitement and grave concern that I commit to this action.
- I feel I’ve spent more than my lifetime working on this beast. It’s been beyond a labour of love: it’s been a prison sentence replete with lashings and creative incontinence. But somewhere, interspersing the pain and insecurity, I’ve managed to pull off something that I’m totally proud of.
- It means I can get on with other stuff. As the world’s #1 master of indiscipline I have failed to juggle multiple projects, instead focusing in the main on a solitary commitment. Which is great for the project, not so great for earning money. I passed the lower threshold I ever believed I would earn in an hour, a long time ago. I carried out a straw poll with a chum from McDonald’s and he said I would have earned more for clearing the floors of burger offcuts. But the price of a learning curve so steep it makes Everest’s north face look like Pudding Hill, is well worth paying. I hope.
- It means I can get on with other stuff. I’m freakin the hell out, here. I’ve become so accustomed to waking up in a bath of sweat of my own making perpetuated by thoughts of this damn site – eating, breathing, sleeping, excreting it – that there will imminently come a time where I simply don’t have a clue what I’m going to do with all this time! But I have a stack of technical books about as high as you are, that I really must start to occupy my thoughts with. And then there’s Audible. Darling Audible, how I have neglected you. To the point I have never even carried a membership card featuring your logo. Things are about to change, ma cherie.
Monday, I have a significant load to get through prior to the grand unveiling. Maintenance Mode is thrusting at its muzzle; Google News, I can only suspect, is champing and its bit to contain the site’s majesty within its hallowed listings.
And the SEO…
And now there’s void. Plain and simple, an abyss of my talents. Unforeseen, yet always planned for.
Let the dance begin.