Hey! I’m taking the week off to spend some time in the great outdoors.
I’ll be back next week.
I’m not sure if every writer suffers from this at some point, but I do.
I call it Writer’s Amnesia.
You forget that you can write.
The first instruction I took from Anne Lamott was, write shitty first drafts.
Get your ideas on paper.
Pressfield seconded the notion, in Do The Work, by declaring, “Get to THE END as if the devil himself were breathing down your neck and poking you in the butt with his pitchfork. Believe me, he is.”
In my early twenties I spent a lot of time shooting archery. Archery is a skilled discipline that relies both on physical kinesthetics as well as mental gymnastics.
In “The Art of Nonfiction”, Ayn Rand refers to a malady that writer’s suffer from as “the white tennis shoes syndrome” or the better illustrated pseudo-squirms.
Pleased to hear that I enjoyed his manuscript, Tom replied in a quiet whisper, “Man, I hesitated a second before I hit the send button. It’s tough sharing something, even if you know someone is in your corner.”
A skilled woodworker sets down his hammer and chisel. He crosses his arms over his dusty apron and slowly sits down. A resigned sigh is accompanied by the wash of defeat over his wrinkled face and graying beard.
The craftsmen, unable to complete his project reaches into his bottom desk drawer and slowly pulls out a flask.
It started with my insistence to dress head-to-toe in black.
While meeting with my supervisor in a cozy conference room. She quipped, “All black again, Jeff? Do you think you’re Johnny Cash?” Without a seconds hesitation I retorted, “Well. It is Walk The Line Wednesday.”
It’s no surprise that If people don’t like you, they’ll be less willing to cooperate with you. They
will also be less likely to buy your products, associate with you, or do business with you.
Harsh, I know.
A study conducted by Harvard Business School1 confirms this.
He stacked the pile of firewood around the fire ring. Using his index finger and arm as a gauge, he sorted the crude pile of logs and sticks by size.
I sat in silence around a poorly lit conference room table. The fluorescent lights washed out the big screen which was flickering the 57th slide out of more than 100 in the PowerPoint’s slide deck. My head nodded as I fought back sleep. The presenter prattled on from the back of the room, reading verbatim each slide in a mind-numbing monotone. As each slide ended the presenter finished with a nervous chuckle.
There’s a tension when creating a new thing.
I am always confronted by internal demons poking and prodding me, “Jeff, how will this thing end? Are you willing to do this forever? What’s the transition plan? How will you retire from this endeavor?”
A stiff northerly wind complemented the 10 degree temperature as I hopped into my truck and rolled out of my driveway.
A block from my house, I came upon a construction site. The crew workers were filing out of their trucks. A worker, adorned in Carhartt brown from head to toe slung a tool belt around his waist and cinched it up around his coveralls. He let out a breath that filled the air with water vapor that was quickly carried away by the steady breeze.
A friend recently busted my balls about my blog posting frequency.
For the record, I drop a new blog post every Tuesday, rain or shine, good or bad. I hit publish.
If you haven’t read my gratitude challenge yet, start with that.
Now for a fun exercise.
There are a lot of things we have no control over when we were hurled onto this little blue marble orbiting the sun.
We had no say in our genetics, our families, our natural inclinations, or our short comings.
You may know Alex Blumberg’s name from This American Life. He has produced and/or edited the show for years. In recent months, Alex splits with TAL to start his own venture. In the raw, yet heavily edited StartUp Podcast, Alex documents the founding of his company, Gimlet Media, in what feels like real-time.
There are several valuable lessons any small business owner or upstart entrepreneur can takeaway from this monumental audio series. Here are just a few that I stumbled upon.
If my reading speed was mapped out on the throttle of a lawn tractor, it would be somewhere between engine off & turtle. I’m a slow reader.
My friend, Marcus, recently welcomed a new baby girl into his life.
Among receiving this blessing he also decided to launch a podcast, atop working a full-time gig, and finishing up his undergrad while trying to post a GPA over 3.5.
I was just 21, I had just taken my first full-time job out of school and was absolutely crazy about motorcycles (I still am).
Last night at my weekly guitar lesson. My guitar teacher, Steve, challenged me.
He played a simple chord progression and wanted me to play lead guitar over it.
When penning a freelance article I decided to try a technique called mind mapping . Mind maps are a simple, yet great way to organize information to gain clarity on a project.
Over the weekend, amid the malicious hacks of Sony, it was revealed that Mark Cuban had been disappointed in his salary for the hit TV series, Shark Tank.
A warm summer afternoon.
A beautifully framed landscape.
A middle-aged woman with and upper-crust appearance, asks, “Oh, where was this taken?” “And this one?”