When “Experts” Call Your “Baby” Ugly
In results I received from the Romancing the URL contest, of which I was a first round finalist, many parts of my website were deemed “below average”. I had planned to spend part of this morning writing, but now I just want to eat chips and watch hours of “Firefly” until my brain turns to goo. How did I make it to the first round of finalists if my website was “below average”?
My website was done by me, so it’s not perfect, it’s not professionally done, I go off on tangents about travel, food, feminism, and other things. I’m a Gemini, a black sheep, a redhead, and a lethal mix of Irish and other weird, angry genetic material.
Below average is what you say about rainfall, crop yields, snow falls, that kind of thing. You don’t apply that kind of label to right-brained sort of people’s work, and not leave a mark. I’m just perplexed and sad.
So this afternoon I tore my old website to bits and reassembled it. Parts are now inexplicably missing, such as widgets for the Alliance of Independent Authors and the like. The lesson I learned is if I want professional help assessing or redoing my website, I’ll hire one from a reputable company. Preferably one that I’ve gotten from Alli. What I won’t do is enter a contest that I’ve gone into with blind faith. Always, always, always read contest rules, read the small print and details, people.
The small print will always get you in trouble. What you do with the trouble remains your responsibility.