About me

Perfect is the enemy of good


I wrote a book, and I need a website. 

Part of me (by which I mean most of me) wants to fuss with this website and not launch until it is perfect it.

By way of example, writing these six sentences about my perfectionism has taken about an hour. (“Wait,” you say, “there are only three sentences.” That’s because I just deleted half of them. Because they weren’t perfect.)

If this site looks like it is half-assed, recognize that doing something half-assed requires using my whole ass.