The Wrong People Are Shipping

Mid-2000s, late twenties, and I got pulled into a funnel. Blogs were taking off. Everybody had an email list and a free PDF and I wanted the free prize inside, so I signed up, and then I read the thing. The copy was ridiculous. Overwritten, wandering, wild claims stacked on top of each other, and … Continue reading The Wrong People Are Shipping

Out Of Stuff To Say

Some nights I sit down to write and there's nothing there. I check the top of my head, find it empty, and conclude I've run dry. Forty-seven years of material and the drawer's bare. Nothing worth anybody's time. This has been happening my whole life. What's different now is that I've stopped believing it. Here's … Continue reading Out Of Stuff To Say