Recursive Words

The life and times of a work-from-home software and web developer as he fights a house, four women, two cats, idiocy, apathy and procrastination on an almost daily basis.

Category: life

  • Sort of like an exhale

    Many years ago I came across an article on the old Huffington Post website by Norah Ephron, and a passage within it became a personal call to arms throughout the decades that followed – a vindication that emptying my head into the keyboard is as valid as any marketing moron eschewing “how to write”, “what…

  • Time Travelling

    I’m quite proud of myself. Rather than run around in circles doing everything for everybody else, today I’ve camped out in the junk room, listened to music, scrolled the internet, tinkered with this and that, and essentially switched off from the world. I recommend it. While procrastinating famously, I received an email from Commodore –…

  • Friday feels like Saturday

    I didn’t work today (neither did many others – the Friday and Monday on each side of Easter are bank holidays in the UK). It’s weird – not working on a Friday. Suddenly Friday feels like Saturday, and it throws your whole body and mind out of whack. Tomorrow is going to feel like getting…

  • The Witching Hour

    The clock ticked past 1am a few minutes ago, and reminded me that I haven’t written in a few days. This seems to be the “new normal” for me – that I manage to throw a few words at the computer every few days at best. We’re racing head-long into a four day weekend here…

  • Four days off

    Work has finished for Easter. Four days in the pursuit of doing as little as possible. Of course I know that won’t happen, but I can dream. I will admit to doing something of a happy dance earlier when I saw the weather forecast for tomorrow – a good chance of rain, which means I…

  • Running around in circles

    I’m just wondering where the hell Sunday went. (please excuse me while I rewind inside my head) I vaguely remember waking up early this morning, and thinking “if I get up now, I’ll have hours before the rest of the family wake up”. And then of course I fell asleep – waking up a little…

  • The Wooden Spoon

    We won an actual “wooden spoon” this evening, after taking part in the local rugby club quiz. We came last. Apparently, after complaints that the last iteration of the quiz had been “too difficult”, this year’s incarnation drew inspiration only from current events of the last twelve months. Could you name the highest selling musical…

  • Thursday Night

    The clock is inexorably ticking towards midnight. Thursday has almost given way to Friday, and once again I find myself wondering where the week has gone. I’m also wondering what on earth I might share. Having nothing of consequence to share hasn’t stopped me in the past, so we’ll see where this goes. I’ve just…

  • Another unhinged dream

    I’m writing this one down, before it leaves my head. Who knew the blog would turn into a journal of dreams? I had been enlisted to look in on an apartment owned by somebody else – why or how are lost to me – because they had pet pigs, who apparently had access to the…

  • Escaping

    I remember reading a blog written by an “Automattician” years ago – a wonderful lady that worked for Automattic as one of the WordPress “Happiness Engineers”. She often told stories about the experience of working from home, and I wondered what it might be like. If you didn’t know, Automattic don’t have a “place” –…

  • An old friend and a dream

    I had the strangest dream last night. I’m writing it down before it leaves my head. Have you ever noticed that? – how if you don’t tell somebody about a dream, or write down anything about it, it will vanish from your memory? Huge parts of it have already gone, but the who is still…

  • Amaze Amaze Amaze

    I worked late into the evening this evening – for no other reason than what I have been working on is really interesting, and a little voice kept whispering into my ear “if this works, it will be really cool”. It’s difficult or impossible to describe what I was working on without betraying commercial confidences,…