I’ve been having a series of neurotic days—admittedly, not entirely a rare occurrence—in which every word I write bores or annoys me. I’ve written about fifteen newsletters, considered them, and thought, “Man, that is stale.”
This doesn’t actually mean that what I’ve written is no good. I’ve gone back, years later, to things I’ve written that at the tim…
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