I knew one day I would accidentally send out an email instead of just publishing a blog piece, and that day has arrived. Apologies for filling your intray with my BBQ chicken.
Seriously, Substack needs a double-pull on the publish trigger.
I am sorry.
To make up, I’ll be sending out a nice long essay on beating procrastination for the next newsletter. It’ll be free to paying subs, and almost free to everyone else.
Again, er, sorry about the chicken mail out.
Jeez.
