It's a shame we don't realize the impact people had on us until they're gone, until they can no longer keep creating that impact in real time.
These talks began a few weeks ago when I figured out that, on a good day, I have three hours to write.
Will they grow out of it? Maybe.
Aaron Draplin does these small posts on his Twitter, labeled with an identifying number (like all his Tweets), and typically when someone of note passes away, he'll mark who it's for. It's as if he's dedicating a small space of... Continue Reading →
I've been trying to write this for a week to say that I won't be able to write for longer than a week.
Fifth Draft 