Last July, I got a little nostalgic for some good, old-fashioned personal blogging. That is, writing however much I wanted on whatever topic I wanted – public importance be damned. I had run a little brain-dump blog back in high school (the URL of which shall remain hidden for the time being,) and Iwanted another webspace that would allow me to shoot out 600 words a week on whatever came across my sometimes overactive brain.
Really, I just wanted to write. I had done far, far more editing in the last 18 months at The Hatchet than original writing, and my new gig with POLITICO was going swimmingly, but didn’t allow for a writing anything longer than a caption. So, I made a Tumblr. As you can see by the first post, it was supposed to be the happy medium between my 140-character tweets and longer, professionally-themed posts here on WordPress. I had a few nice entries, with a marginally-witty post here and a good reflection there.
Then,they became a little less frequent. Then, a little less. Then, nothing.
I’m a little disappointed that I stopped writing and let never really let my Tumblr get off the ground. But I didn’t stop writing because I decided to sit around and be lazy with my free time instead of using my creative outlet. No, I found a new skill to work on.
Coding.
I’m not programming yet (though I’m trying to learn if you want to help teach me,) but over the last few months I’ve really taken an Olympic leap into Web design and site-building. Sometime next month I will close the book on my seventh site of 2010 (note to self: update your portfolio.) At the beginning of this year, saying that I’d build seven websites from scratch in the next 12 months would have been high comedy. I’m proud of what I’ve done (and eager to learn more and get better every day) but there have been a couple moments where I’ve wondered if I my time could be better spent.
See, I’m a journalist. A writer, you know. Someone who crafts messages with the written word. I don’t do design. I don’t do code. I didn’t major in computer science. I like technology, but I’m not a web geek, right? Right? RIGHT?!?!
At this point, who knows? I’ve always thought of myself as first and foremost a writer, but I spent most of my day off yesterday learning about how to build and utilize custom post types and child themes instead of reading the latest top stories and honing my interviewing or reporting skills. If POLITICO came to me tomorrow and said, “Alex, you’ve got your pick: Want to be the next Senate reporter or our newest web designer?” I’m not sure which I’d choose.
Okay, that’s not true. I’d take the reporting gig in a heartbeat. But the thing is, building websites (and I assume plug-ins, web apps, and the like) is just so damn fun. It’s a puzzle, and I fucking love puzzles. I love that I have to enter in a sequence of letters, numbers and symbols into a document and see if I can get it to spit out exactly what I’m looking for – it’s like a really, really long password. It’s a challenge that doesn’t end – after I’ve won the first little battle, the next one comes along and I’m enamored by a new task. It’s why we never effing go to sleep.
Rest assured, I haven’t lost my desire to write and report – I hope you’ll see my byline in the near future. But there’s a new game in town that’s taking up more and more of my hobby time, so don’t be surprised if I continue to talk to you more and more about Web design. And if you’re one of the many who knows far more than I, get ready to share that knowledge (thanks thus far to Nacin and Balter.)