Some of you know me. Many of you don’t. All of you visiting this site, however, know my work. And since Meredith is a tad insane with work right now, I’ve been asked to emerge from the depths of this site and post a blog on the joys, sorrows and frustrations of coding a site. Particularly for the specific and exacting.
There are many days of coding in which I never see the sun. I know it’s up there somewhere, but it doesn’t shine this deep into the murky internet.
To bring great design to the surface, one must work deep in the bowels of a site. There is much slag to wade through, lines of host-generated code that just don’t fit.
Among them, however, hide slight glimmers of that something – the je ne sais quoi — that makes a site great. It’s my job to seek these out, mine them for consideration.
So, when asked to help design this site, I thought, surely, it won’t be too hard. Our fair Meredith had an idea of what she wanted. A client who knows what they want makes quarrying the ‘tubes fairly straightforward. With guidelines, I can separate the waste from the gems.
And so, I pulled on my trusty headlamp, hoisted the pick-axe over my shoulder and began to unearth the treasures among piles of code below.
With the preferences she outlined in that loquacious way of hers, I was sure this would be clear-cut, undemanding, fun, even.
It wasn’t long before I’d excavated a good sized mound of ore that fit the parameters she set out.
When I showed her my bounty, I discovered that I couldn’t have been more wrong. Ok, maybe I could’ve been slightly more wrong. But I definitely wasn’t right.
Each jewel I showed her was ever-so-slightly… not it. The shades of her guidelines shifted to the left. The hues shifted upward. All in increments small enough to miss when blinking.
And so I mined and mined and then I mined some more. The more I mined, the farther I was from that image she had in her head. Each day I brought her a new sparkly that I was just so sure was better than the last, and each day those sparklies were a smidge too dull, too shiny, too absolutely the very green she picked herself.
Our launch date, an insane pipedream in itself, came and went. And just as I was poised to strike the bottom of the internet, Meredith, in a fit of impatience – no surprise, really – decided enough of the site we’d created was ready to be launched into your hearts, minds and Google Readers.
This does not, of course, mean that my work is done. I know now never to expect our fearless blogger to actually be content in stasis. There are widgets to tweak and mine-walls to secure. There’s a canary at the ready, for the inevitable moment she’s ready to set it all aflame.
And Goth help us all if she ever thinks she’s figured out how to do any of this on her own.