I have been spending hours upon hours each and every day on transferring my writings to my new Residua website and reformatting them. Clever as it is, the new technology is far from clever enough. Each and every piece of writing is stripped of so many features in the process, and all these features have to be brought back by hand, as it were. Italics. Footnotes. Addenda. You name it. Everything has to be done again, for who knows which time. Yes, much of that can be automated by clever programming, but much remains to be done nonetheless. And so I am toiling away, with little to show for my effort. At the present rate, it will take me months to make my new site just as I like it—simple and clean. It will take me years to get rid of all the surprises that will stubbornly escape my attention, so that I can dedicate myself to writing and nothing but writing once again. Aaargh!

Addendum (January 29, 2008)

As I am copying a piece of writing from one file and pasting it into another, I am very much aware of the date when the piece was written. In the software I am using, the date has to be carefully recorded by keying it in by means of the keyboard. Many dates appear a number of times, depending on how “productive” I was on a particular day. But there are dates that are entirely missing. Such dates that fall within the last five years often entice a knowing smile. Those were the days when my beloved was with me in Motovun. In other words, they are far from missing. In fact, they have been unwittingly recorded for posterity.