Aranel

Bourbon Street, New Orleans, Mardi Gras 2007

How is it that when there is something you simply must do, it becomes the very last thing you want to do? Is this a subsection of Murphy's Law? It surely must be. I have tried and tried and tried and tried to work on my new website for the last four days. I open the program, I stare at it, and nothing comes. I really do need the basics up there, but I can't decide what the basics are. The sheer weight of the amount of pages I must do daunts me. I have, at least, decided what I want to to do on the front page. Partly. I want simple menus, possibly drop downs, although I'll have to do the html-coding for those. *gulp* I want a featured item spot, which will force me to change at random, or regularly, if I can get into the groove. I also need to save my long winded description and dissertation on life for my 'About Me' page. Put the pretties up front to grab the attention, yes?



My goal is to make my website an interesting and very unique place to visit, full of fun(ish) stuff, tutorials, tips, and things to buy. This also means that I must figure out the horror that is a shopping cart, which I may not be able to do on my current web plan. My brain quivers in fear.



This place, however, shall be my fun spot, my font of inspiration, my treasure box. I hope. So far, I haven't posted much, have I? Thus, I must start a tradition to post at least one photograph that has something, or nothing, to do with what I have been discussing. Is it a discussion when you are the only one talking? Monologuing? Somehow, I don't think that's a word.