Not to be all “Merlin Mann” or anything, but, maybe somebody will find this useful.
I was recently asked to talk about how I think about the infamous Inbox Zero these days, and here’s what I said:
Buckle up, folks.
Because, this ride is about to get really fucking bumpy.
And, it needs to.
After Dark #16: After Back To Work 012 - 5by5
Seems like, at least sometimes, the harder something is to say, the more important it is to say it. To somebody. Somewhere.
Because, this shit is hard.
Like: really fucking hard.
I probably forgot to mention. I really like my job.
When this gets super-annoying, I’ll know I’m talking too much about “inspiration.”
(cf.)
Jesus Christ, I hope I can get away with that subtitle.
Since I declined the NDA, I am comfortable telling you Google’s trade secret: you can make money selling text ads.
You’re welcome.
My new favorite way to “read” what I just wrote.
Yikes.
GOD GRANT ME
the serenity to accept that this is the dumbest thing I’ll ever type;
the knowledge to understand that this isn’t actually what the word, “serenity,” means;
the opportunity to change my mind to say I actually meant “good fortune” or something;
the wisdom to know the difference;
and whatever-the-fuck it will take to finish My Goddamned Book before I serenity myself off of a conveniently-located and very tall International Orange-colored bridge.
I love Textmate. I love Scrivener. I love MultiMarkdown. I love The Kobayashi Maru Scenario.
And—yes—I (finally) kinda, sorta, maybe love My Goddamned Book. Just a little.
That is all.
“Kobayashi Maru” (Star Trek, 2009)
No, seriously.