the beginning
In the beginning, the tedious effort of creating a web page looked as fun as sticking toothpicks—one by one—into a lawn the size of a football field. I knew from the top row of the stadium it would look amazing—all those toothpicks in so many patterns—but the task seemed impossible.
But surely I should leave such a calling to those born with a USB cord rather than a natural one. I don't know what the heck I'm doing, and yet, there seems to be hope. I've heard it's not as hard as it looks, and that's what I'm banking on.
I want this web page to be a shoebox diorama, like the kind I made in elementary school. Only instead of sitting in a hallway for only my classmates to see, I know it will be placed in a much larger room, with viewers who could be much farther away and different than even the sixth-graders seemed. In this little box, there will be clips and objects and writing, and who knows what else. But I will create it, and somehow that makes those piles of unused toothpicks look a little more appealing.
This is just the beginning.