The return of the bedroom coder - and how I made my peace

Back in February I wrote a piece about the thing I loved changing . The short version: forty-two years in, the craft I built an identity around had been hollowed out. Not destroyed - hollowed. I was still building, but the interesting part, the part where you wrestle a problem to the ground at two in the morning, had been compressed into a prompt and a response. I called it a fallow period and…