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I Need to Get Better At Email

Inbox back up to 45. How many emails am I writing/replying to each day? It seems like a lot, but I'm not tracking explicitly. Hmm.

This is what I wrote on October 1st -

1. My email volume has been going up, and I haven’t adjusted to a new routine for it. Before I’d go into my inbox, clear a third of it when I had free time waiting for something, and then do that twice more in the day, and it’d be empty at the end of the day. Now, I’m going to need to set aside more time for it.

2. I’m answering/replying/writing a lot more emails, so it feels like it should be empty – but then I’m leaving one or two messages there that weren’t there at the end of the day. This is like spending more money than you’ve got coming in – it’s going to catch up with you sooner or later.

3. I had 2-3 days in the last two weeks where I had my day booked end to end and didn’t answer anything except ultra time-sensitive email. But that fills up the inbox pretty quickly if not cleared out.

The Steadfast Blade

On Chasing Serendipity

Jared sat in an armchair, set at angle to the flickering fireplace. As Jamie rose from the sofa that created the rest of the angle, he glanced up, hazel eyes framed by a bare hint of gray in his dark hair. She smiled softly at his inquisitive glance, and shook her head. His lips twitched back, and she moved through the hallway, into the kitchen.

When Jamie returned, Jared had gone back to staring at the crackling fire. She set down a glass of wine onto the table to the right of the armchair, and he looked up at the sound of glass meeting wood.

"You only ever stare at the fire and be silent like that when something's on your mind." Jamie laid a hand on his shoulder for a moment, then raised it to caress his cheek. Jared leaned into the touch, closing his eyes, and they remained there for a silent moment. Then she continued, "What is it, babe?"

The endearment always brought a smile to Jared's face, and it did not fail this time. One side of Jared's mouth lifted. "I don't really know, Jamie."

She glanced at the piece of thick paper he grasped in the gap between two fingers. Jared had not once released it the whole evening, Jamie noticed. He caught her glance, and he gave another crooked expression, one shoulder rising and falling. "You know I never keep anything more serious than planned gifts or vacations a secret from you. This came today."

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