When I woke yesterday morning, my task was simple: Make one small change to the computer file of our 28 Days Later poster, upload the file to my webserver. Shouldn't take more than 10 minutes, tops.
It took all afternoon.
After I uploaded the file to the server, I shot off an email to the other members of the Brown Bookshelf, asking them to download the poster, too. I'm a Mac guy, and I wanted to be double-sure the file would work OK for PC users. It wouldn't. Some people were receiving error messages, while others, worse yet, were freezing up halfway through the download.
I was frantic and much too busy working my underpaintings for Ron. I didn't have time for technical glitches, but the poster was out there live and, I'll be doggone, but it wasn't working! The press releases had been sent. Review journals, librarians, teachers, authors, illustrators, bloggers were watching. A few people had even commented. For a perfectionist like myself, this is a nightmare. So for the next 6 hours, I was obsessed with getting it right.
Later that afternoon, I called my wife at work. She has a very cool computer that runs both Mac and PC. I asked her to download the poster from her PC, and tell me if it worked. "It downloaded OK," she said. "But there's no text or photographs. And it's blinking like a like a Saturday-night disco strobe."
I'll spare you the technical mumbo-jumbo of my ordeal. But the problem culminated even later in the afternoon, with me standing over my computer, butt naked and dripping wet in a puddle of water and English Leather soap suds. The answer to my problem came to me halfway through my shower: Downsize the embedded jpg, convert the fonts to outlines, and it finally worked. Not immediately, however. But after a few more desperate tries later that evening, I finally got it working.
And with my hair three shades grayer than it was yesterday morning, the poster is finally ready for download. I hope. Sigh.