One of the pieces of advice I would have done well to heed, but haven’t, is: Write something every day. New Years’ Eve is as bad a day as any to commit myself to the inevitable failure attendant on pursuing such a resolution, so here goes. My ambition wants me to write at length, so to avoid o’erleaping I must be brief. The fear of falling on the the other side has kept me from vaulting. My sides are pricked by being just seconds away from a new decade, but all I feel is the smart, not the surge. Yet here nevertheless are a few words.
(That’s something.
(inertiapreneur 