Scoble on Literature

Yeah, I wish I had slowed down a bit before posting the book idea, but then, you know that you're getting me. Raw. Flawed. Impulsive.

This has been sitting in my Drafts folder since at least March. Oh, it's well worth writing about. This type of thinking, this type of guy.

I bash ahead. There are pros and cons to this approach. Pros? You get stuff done. Cons? You mess up in public and things are half baked. You look stupid. Uninformed. Unprepared.

It's simply that . . . well, keep reading . . .

See, in the old world you only got to read the book, you never got to see the mess.

I am quite sure the culture is dead, and I am living in a dream . . .

Life is messy, and my blogging is too. The more I write out in public, the more I realize a good blog lets you see the mess. Lets you see behind the scenes. Gets you involved in building things.

Damn, time's up—and it's just as I feared.

Ever had the wind knocked out of you?

If you wanna read perfection, then this isn't the place for you. Go read Shakespeare.

It's exactly like that.