By: Derek Thompson
When I woke up this morning, I had one goal: Finish this article by 11 a.m.
So, predictably, by the time it was 10 a.m., I had made and consumed two cups of coffee, taken out the trash, cleaned my room while taking a deliberately slow approach to folding my shirts, gone on a walk outside to clear my head, had a thing of yogurt and fruit to reward the physical exertion, sent an email to my aunt and sister, read about 100 Tweets (favorited three; written and deleted one), despaired at my lack of progress, comforted myself by eating a second breakfast, opened several tabs from ESPN.com on my browser … and written absolutely nothing.
What’s the matter with me?* Nothing, according to research that conveniently justifies this sort of behavior to my editors. Or, at least, nothing out of the ordinary for writers, as Megan McArdle has explained on this site. I’m just a terrible procrastinator.
By: Nisaar Nadiadwala
Four of my books are duly edited and two of them are already published. These four copies have undergone a thorough linguistic screening process and each para had a grave grammatical mistake. My English teacher would have caned me for such mistakes but my readers pardon me because of the value that my writing provides them. I still remember meeting a prominent publisher who told me that even bestselling authors have to get their content corrected from other linguistic experts because sculptors of thoughts may not be technicians of grammar.