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Always agree with them.
In fact, you only need to do it once, and they will immediately shut up after your first response to their unpleasant comment.
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Always agree with them.
In fact, you only need to do it once, and they will immediately shut up after your first response to their unpleasant comment.
thequitepage.substack.com/p/how-to-res...
Writing is listening to others.
Listening through unspoken words.
There is no need to fill everything.
Sometimes it is enough to leave a pause, a gap, a silence.
It is through this wound on the page that the reader enters.
Writing is listening to others.
Listening through unspoken words.
There is no need to fill everything.
Sometimes it is enough to leave a pause, a gap, a silence.
It is through this wound on the page that the reader enters.
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Perhaps it's your fear of exposing yourself.
Perhaps it's your fear of exposing yourself.
Always agree with them.
In fact, you only have to do it once, and they'll immediately shut down, at the first reply to their unpleasant comment.
Always agree with them.
In fact, you only have to do it once, and they'll immediately shut down, at the first reply to their unpleasant comment.
I went to Notion and opened my LinkedIn publication archive.
I discovered over a year's worth of posts ready to be dissected and fragmented into hundreds of notes.
I think I've solved the problem.
#writing
I went to Notion and opened my LinkedIn publication archive.
I discovered over a year's worth of posts ready to be dissected and fragmented into hundreds of notes.
I think I've solved the problem.
#writing
If no one reads your posts, you start blaming the algorithm, the platform, the timing.
But often it's simple: you haven't interacted enough, and the system has found no reason to show you to others.
If no one reads your posts, you start blaming the algorithm, the platform, the timing.
But often it's simple: you haven't interacted enough, and the system has found no reason to show you to others.
If they copy you many times, you are someone they imitate.
If they copy you many times, you are someone they imitate.
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Everyone has their own writing technique.
But when technique becomes compulsion, editing becomes self-sabotage.
You’re writing to please someone who isn’t thinking about you right now, who doesn’t even know you exist.
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Everyone has their own writing technique.
But when technique becomes compulsion, editing becomes self-sabotage.
You’re writing to please someone who isn’t thinking about you right now, who doesn’t even know you exist.
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Days when everything will seem pointless.
When everything you’ve done so far will seem like a waste of time.
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Days when everything will seem pointless.
When everything you’ve done so far will seem like a waste of time.
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Do you use a lot of images?
Do your reasoning and thoughts always travel on trains of images?
Well, you have a significant advantage, both when writing and when readers need to understand you.
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Do you use a lot of images?
Do your reasoning and thoughts always travel on trains of images?
Well, you have a significant advantage, both when writing and when readers need to understand you.
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Write sober, edit drunk?
Write sober, edit drunk?
You just write and press the Publish button.
That's all.
Wherever you are.
The rest is a lie.
You just write and press the Publish button.
That's all.
Wherever you are.
The rest is a lie.
Write and publish fast.
But inspiration is faster than fingers on the keyboard.
With my head down, I took the Drafts folder out of the trash and put it back where it belonged.
Write and publish fast.
But inspiration is faster than fingers on the keyboard.
With my head down, I took the Drafts folder out of the trash and put it back where it belonged.
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It is to forget everything I have told you up to this point and comment to say something that is truly yours and not to obtain an immediate return of favor.
The transition to the next post will be automatic: Ctrl+C.
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It is to forget everything I have told you up to this point and comment to say something that is truly yours and not to obtain an immediate return of favor.
The transition to the next post will be automatic: Ctrl+C.
thequitepage.substack.com/p/copy-comme...
No one cares if you publish or not. You are free, before and after.
You are free to miss the target with serenity.
No one cares if you publish or not. You are free, before and after.
You are free to miss the target with serenity.
No one cares if you publish or not. You are free, before and after.
You are free to miss the target with serenity.
No one cares if you publish or not. You are free, before and after.
You are free to miss the target with serenity.
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It’s better to keep running and focus on the text.
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It’s better to keep running and focus on the text.
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But the problem is not that we are fragile.
It is that we act as if we were not.
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But the problem is not that we are fragile.
It is that we act as if we were not.
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You are chosen because someone has pulled back the curtain and found a mirror capable of reflecting a precise image: their own.
For everyone else, the mirror will remain a sheet of glass with no reflection.
You are chosen because someone has pulled back the curtain and found a mirror capable of reflecting a precise image: their own.
For everyone else, the mirror will remain a sheet of glass with no reflection.