I knew there had to be a reason I trashed my old site; it was to give me an excuse to try something different. This morning, I was still unhappy and all discombobulated about the site and so I figured, okay, I’ll try one more thing. This, of course, goes against what I said about breaking and fixing, but in this case, the thing was really broken, so something had to be done.
Then I remembered my mantra: Don’t fix. Re-build.
So, I trashed the old theme. Well, I previewed a theme I liked anyway (although I hate the gray; to me, gray means, you may overlook me; that’s okay). Then I figured: Screw it, honey. Just do it.
So I did it.
Not bad. All my pages are back and reachable via those little tabby things at the top. My nicely reconfigured jpegs are there, and the orange looks nice with the black. So far, so good. Like I said, the gray’s got to go; I got to figure a suitable replacement and how to do that globally. (I’m just not that savvy yet about HTML; frankly, I probably will never understand more than a few things. Like . . . just enough to be dangerous.)
But, see, this way I’m not helpless. I took what I broke and I rebuilt it as best I could. I didn’t fix it; I threw out the pieces and went for a whole new look, which I like.
I’m sure there’s a moral here–probably that invention is a mother 😉 But now I can get on with my day. I’ve got a synopsis to finish and then my nails to gnaw while my agent takes a look at my latest weirdness.
Oh, the life of a writer . . . ain’t it great?
