Making preparations for the New Fang (oh~, mysterious!) has made me realize, once again, that I’m not fit to be a designer.
Sure I can think up some pretty amazing things, even if I do say so myself, but it’s the part where it needs to get out of my head and into the real world where it becomes a real mess. I can create some great tunes in my head, but don’t ask me to actually give you a composition. It’s just not something I can do.
The same goes for designing, be it an interface or a full-blown website. Yeah, sure, the blog as it is now turned out sort of okay, but not extremely satisfactory. And now that there’s a bunch of new stuff in production, I keep on getting reminded that I can’t turn my thoughts into physical manifestations of themselves, the painful way.
I guess I’ll have to make do with shitty hand-drawn derp-designs, and pray to God the final results come out at least quarter-decent? Shit sucks, but hey, whama gun do bout it?
Not much, sadly.