I changed my website today. Again. For those of you who’ve been following my adventures in publishing, the army and everything, you’ve seen multiple iterations of the blog format and theme. Information has gone from everything and the kitchen sink to the basics.
Why, you may ask, why don’t I just pay someone to do it and be done with it? Why spend the time (in today’s changes case, half a Saturday) fiddling with my design and coding and uploading when I could have been doing something else, like revising a manuscript?
Very simple, actually.
I have stubbornness issues. More like control issues but that’s really splitting hairs. The short version is that I’m not in love with designs for very long and if I paid someone to do it for me, not only would I end up driving them insane, I would also end up owing a fortune. And the not so short answer is that I like being able to do things for myself. Again with the stubbornness issues, right?
You’d think my control issues would extend to cover my entire life. Not so much, actually. I have a cleaning lady, who is an absolute goddess in my world. I freely admit to being better at battle drill six than cleaning my house. For those of you that don’t know, battle drill six is enter a building and clear a room. And I suck at it. So when I say I’m better at that than cleaning…well you get the idea. The problem with housework is that it requires constant management. I swear, I’m home with the kids for ten minutes and the house is destroyed. My snazzy new website, however, will last until I decide to tinker with it again. See the difference?
So there are things in this life that I am terrible at. I pay people to do those things for me. If I could hire someone to cook dinner for me and my family for the rest of my life, I would do it. Because I’m a terrible cook. But I’m a food nazi when it comes to what my kids eat. Go figure.
But there are other things in my life that represent a challenge. A can I do it for myself gauntlet thrown down. The fastest way to get me to do things is tell me I can’t.
Mom, I am sorry for that. Truly I am. Websites fall into that category. So do challenges from my brigade commander, who thinks my troops can’t get a tropo link installed. Watch us. Give my Vipers about forty eight hours notice and they can move mountains.
And in the mean time, check out my new website.
