Follow-up to my note about the writer posting 2-3 long articles and 15 Notes daily.

I've been sitting with why the volume bothered me. The content was good. I said that. But something in my body reacted before my brain caught up.

I think it's because I've spent my entire neurodivergent life compressing. My working memory doesn't let me dump everything out. Every thought that survives long enough to become a sentence has already won a tournament against a hundred others. The bottleneck forces me to choose. And choosing is where the craft lives.

When I encounter content that was clearly produced without that constraint, something feels off/wrong. It's not “bad” quality, it's because it didn't cost anything. And I've been paying the toll for 40 years.