A guy at church asked whether AI could pull the rabbit trails out of his meetings. I told him in five minutes. On the drive home my wife pointed out I'd just demonstrated the thing I've been building all year.
The Workbench
I didn't have it in me to mow, my wife called off the gym, and I did two small things instead — a vacuum that took ten minutes and a workbench I can finally see the top of.
Baseboards
I can cut trim. I've done it before, the math makes sense, and I still got flustered — because it had been years. So I took pictures of the corners and asked for the cuts.
A Fixed Point
I listened back through a book that mattered to me in my twenties and it went flat. Then a book I'd bounced off years ago opened up. A book is a fixed point. You are not.
Thirty Yeses
James Patterson got rejected by thirty publishers. I've had thirty readers say yes. So why did I stop telling people about my book?
