Note: This was written on December 19, 2014 and subsequently edited. Probably not edited enough.
As I have done a few times in my tenure as an employee at Emma, I’ve managed to use so few vacation days throughout the year that I ended up taking a chunk of time off at the end of the year. This year, since Olivia was working for a full week longer than I was, I decided to use the time to get some work done on ComicBinder. My goal was to flesh out a mobile prototype I’ve been working on for the past couple of months.
So I set off to build the thing out in code. I lost a ton of velocity. It hadn’t stopped, but it’s slowed down considerably. It started off alright with just hacking together some nasty jQuery spaghetti to get certain things to show or hide. Then I started thinking, “This would be faster if I had some proper JSON to work with,”  and then I could start using Backbone & Marionette to start building something that was even closer to something “real.” Since I felt like I had learned enough of the basics of both Backbone and Marionette to do that in a reasonable amount of time, I thought it would be a good route to take.
That brings me to my holiday journey into Marionette and REST. I’ve recently set up shop  at a place called Studioboro. Rather than sit alone at home while I wasn’t “at work” this week, I decided to spend time at the office to work on my prototype.
As I type this today, on the Friday afternoon of my week of trying to treat working on this prototype as a “job,” I am not one bit closer to my goal of having a mobile prototype to show off than I was on Monday morning.
That’s not to say I haven’t learned a ton or that I haven’t carved an amazing new path towards something more “real” than a prototype, though. I’ve worked through near the entirety of Backbone.Marionette.js: A Gentle Introduction. I’ve used Marionette Modules for the first time. I’ve played with Firebase. I’ve taken the plunge once again into the world of Django.
Yesterday afternoon, I got very discouraged. I was so mad at myself. I was wrestling with a seemingly simple problem of wiring up my Marionette application with Firebase. I had started off the day getting some things to work with it nearly instantly. Then I was stuck.  I was ashamed for losing myself in the weeds; for losing sight of the goal I had set out to accomplish. I should have been doing this entire thing as quickly as possible; good coding be damned.
I don’t think I’m wired to do that. Which is not to say that I don’t half ass things. I most definitely do. Certain things, anyway. It’s not that I have to understand every coding concept that I use, but I do want to be able to understand what I’ve written enough to be able to maintain it and build from it. I can’t just throw a bunch of nasty shit into my text editor and forget about it. I optimize (probably prematurely) again and again.
So I stepped away from the computer. When my mind is raging, I do not think clearly. I walked away and went home and did things with my hands. I wrapped Christmas gifts.
Today, I started off with a renewed desire to follow this rathole of a prototype one level deeper; I decided to create an API for my prototype using Django REST framework. I still think this may be a complete waste of my time, but there’s something about Django that still grabs me after all these years. Being able to hack a few things together and get an administration interface is like magic. And now, being able to do that and, seemingly, create a RESTful API is yet another level of magic.
As I take the time to ramble on in this blog post, I’m trying to be accepting of where this week-long journey has taken me and not be ashamed or frustrated with myself. Now I know myself a little bit better. I know what I’d do when given free reign over my time with no restriction on being “productive” or profitable. Maybe I would do things differently if given the opportunity again , but I have gotten a lot of stuff into my psyche that wasn’t there before. I have a deeper understanding of a lot of technologies and, even though I don’t fully understand them,  I know better now what clicks with me and feels right.
No sane person ever thought those words. ↩︎
Remote working for Emma. ↩︎
I since figured out (as much I can with my still rudimentary understanding of such things) that my problem was a latency issue when fetching a single record from the JSON feed. It wasn’t Firebase’s fault. The same thing happened when I was dealing with only local data. ↩︎
I still can’t bring myself to write messy HTML and SCSS. ↩︎
Not even close. ↩︎