Writing a long tale can feel like an elaborate (and hopefully rewarding) road trip, using a map if you have one [or not], following directions, obeying the rules of the road. But the landscape looks a lot different if you get out, climb the hills occasionally, and look around. You might discover magic. Or something behind you, growling. (I never promised curiosity would always be safe. [insert cat joke here].)
This site, that is. Font issues. Layout cramps. Content transmorgrification. All will be well soon.
Revampage in Progress. (Is that like a rampage? or some Dracula thing?). Anyway, I am building this new site at the moment. (More like typing-up, really. No construction crew with hammers and concrete.)
Meanwhile enjoy the funky characters. This webfont has a touch of creativity with its glyphs. That exuberance will shortly be tamed.
In everything, uniformity is undesireable. Leaving something incomplete makes it interesting.
Yoshida Kenkō Essays in Idleness (14th century), who also said:
You should never put the new antlers of a deer to your nose and smell them. They have little insects that crawl into the nose and devour the brain.
Words to live by.