Today my musings started after I looked back at something I started to write before Christmas. As I read it over I was amused by the different things that I was thinking about just 3 weeks ago:
This morning I find myself thinking about laptops, thinking about what I would want in one, when it hit me what I really want isn’t a computer or tablet, though both would be nice. What I want is to code. When ever I think about them I think about programming, and it comes to me that I don’t cod like I used too. I find I miss it. But the thing is I’ve lost the drive. I used to code anywhere, notebooks, loose paper, even scraps. At the end of the work day I would print code to work I during my compute home. Now I don’t. Sometimes i sketch out ideas or interfaces, but I used to side. I have a file folder at home with a bunch of hand written code. What happened. Why can’t I write like I used to.