Ah, the work I have to do sometimes is both exciting and tediously detailed. I like the content, but the time on task to do it drains my mental acuity because details slip from me and I know so I double down to keep them in check.

Yesterday's dinger: a simple email. Comcast came by and did something they needed to do and in the process disconnected our entry system. They need to come back and fix this.

I recall that the first swipe at this needed a few tweaks and corrections, but as I corrected I added more mistakes. An "and" got cut, I left "the" before a date.

Just those two, but yuck! I've overdone my work dimming my inner editor. They're off having lunch and I'm struggling here.

Inner Editor: please join me during the final two read-throughs before I send ANY text to ANY one. It hurts to remembers the rules after the message is sent.

IE: Oh, so now you need me. I see.

Me: You'll get to hang out with some wonderful spirits. Max Perkins, editor for F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby plus Susan Bell, editor and author of The Artful Edit. To name a couple.

IE: (whispers: Put the titles in italics). It's not like it's a dissertation. It's an email. Beneath my notice. Draft it, once over, and on to the next.

Me: Ah, so there's the rub.

IE: Yes, you seem so pinched for time. Your shoulders hunched and tight. Like it's a race. Don't want to slow you down.

Me: Let's read fast, write slow. A nice rhythm.

IE: OK, let's give it a try.

Me: Deal.

R