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.
I consider it a delightful suprise. I do not get many unexpected emails ever since I began ruthlessly applying blocks, spam filters and unsubscribing so yours, no matter how erroneous are welcome.
I dunno JB. I thought the chicken post was interesting.