Email is such a funny thing. People hand you these single little messages that are no heavier than a river pebble. But it doesn't take long until you have acquired a pile of pebbles that's taller than you and heavier than you could ever hope to move, even if you wanted to do it over a few dozen trips. But for the person who took the time to hand you their pebble, it seems outrageous that you can't handle that one tiny thing.

Stop. I’m not going to take any more input until I’ve made something with what I got.

Creative work, summarized: In the time you set aside each day to work your ass off, ignore anything that makes you consider stopping.

Workflow is understanding your job, understanding your tools, and then not thinking about it any more.

Like tornadoes and cold sores, good work happens with total disregard to whether I'm 'into it.'

If you need to appear on an internet list to know whether you're someone's friend, you may have problems a computer can't solve.

Everything you agree to do is other things you can't do