Building it yourself is the third thing I try
I built somebody else's idea into a working skill before nine and deleted it by ten. Not-invented-here is the accusation; here's the order I actually work in.

I built somebody else's idea into a working skill before nine and deleted it by ten. Not-invented-here is the accusation; here's the order I actually work in.

The requirements were done and I hadn't written a line of code. So I spent a day trying to talk myself out of the whole thing.

I asked nine agent sessions to stop compiling for forty minutes. What came back read like a team of colleagues, and I haven't worked out what to do about that.

A dozen agent sessions running at once is not a capacity problem. Working out which of them is stuck is, and the obvious way to find out is the wrong one.

I run a coding session per repository and they can't talk to each other. For a while the thing carrying messages between them was me, and I kept getting it wrong.

I put my working practice on a public shelf, and then took some of it back off again. Working out which half was the interesting part.

Recording a voice clone in a wardrobe, what it sounds like when the accent slips, and the line I drew about where my synthetic voice may go.

Rebuilding the website for a fifteenth-century coaching inn, which happens to be my dad's pub and the place I grew up in.

The one real user of my photo tool was already faking a feature with a workaround. That workaround was the specification.

Burned out more than once across twenty years, and the point is that none of them looked the same as the one before it.
