I have a confession to make: I am my own worst customer. Let me explain.
I am a writer—future author to be exact. I am fulfilling a dream I have held since my teens, which is an embarrassingly long time. I have been blessed with unemployment, and therefore consider myself a full-time writer. Sort of.
In my employed life I worked in the printing industry as what is called a “prepress technician.” My job consisted of taking files provided by designers and fixing them so they could be printed. I did that for over twenty years, and in the meantime had become very proficient in both graphic design and the software that designers use. So, I am also pursuing design work in all this time I have available.
The point is, this is my very first website building experience. I have spent a large amount of time putting this thing together, and it’s been a great learning experience for me. Yet all that learning came at a cost, as much of the time spent on building this site was in learning. But another, very large amount of time was wasted as my customer—me—made wholesale design changes.
The funny thing is, I had started to work on a designer’s site before I got fed up with myself and dug into this one instead. I’m glad I did, though, as both the experience of building this site and of dealing with a difficult customer have been valuable.
Soon I’ll be diving in again to work on that designer’s site. After I’m done perfecting this one.