Tip of the Quill: A Journal
Say it with me now! Bang bang hammer hammer!

Ah, the neverending refrain of my life: bang bang hammer hammer. If my life had a soundtrack, it would be an infinite symphony of metaphorical power drills and electric saws.
A quick note: Adam Greenfield has once again made my linked-list with a very insightful piece on the psychology of a redesign and the state-of-the-art for content sites. It’s been almost a year since Inkblots went on another accidental sabbatical. I’m mortified that I can’t cobble these things together on schedule, but I’ve done a lot in the last twelve months. Hell, the last six months have been pretty chaotic. Nevertheless, the itch is coming back with increasing force. The trouble is that this time around, I want to do something different. You know, something really different. I want to do something that launches Inkblots back up to the forefront of what content sites are doing, and then pushes that envelope even further. I have some ideas as to how I want to do that, and I have some very solid concepts that I’ve been scribbling down in notebooks for the last couple of years that I just might finally have the chops to finally accomplish. The trick is, as always, finding the resources: that tight double-helix of time and money, joined with the third issue of content from amazing people.
I’m also trying to figure out what the best way is to start renumbering these things. I should probably concede that naming issues after the seasons is a farce; I should therefore probably swipe a page from McSweeney’s and start simply numbering them again. That’s what we used to do, way back in the day. It may be time to do that again.
But. Before I do that, I need to make a new online presence for a film company I’m involved with, finish up a couple of client sites, and, ideally, finish my novel. I’d also like to attempt NaNoWriMo again this year, but I still wince when I remember the crashing, catastrophic failure that was for me the last two times I tried it.
Bang, bang, hammer, hammer. Oh, well. At least I’m single.