Writing is a tough sport.
I have hundred's of starts, topics, discussions floating in my head and in my little red notebook (yes, it's really red). But the past two weeks have been difficult. My goal of writing regularly has been dramatically overshadowed by… well, things that in the long run don't seem to matter much. I guess it's the difference between urgent and important.
It's also the difference between flushing things out until they are perfect and just learning to ship, as Seth Godin would say. I'm starting to remember that perfection is often found in the imperfection and that learning to push forward is the basis for developing something great.