The Isle of Marm

“When I told [Merlin Mann] his work mattered, he didn’t go “Hey, great, thanks, kid.” He leapt forward, and he embraced me, and he thanked me like I’d found and returned his favorite pony.

Because we get it. Even though a fella like [Merlin’s] (obviously) playing at a different level, and although there’s a pretty good chance we’ll never exchange more than those 3-4 sentences ever again, it’s a good thing that we had that drinky little chat. Good thing for both of us, I think. Sure hope anyhow.

…And you know what? He was exactly as insanely nice and not creeped out as I expected and hoped. He was, in fact, surpassingly kind and demonstrably grateful for the remark. In a way that [still makes] me a little wobbly.”

[if I could write like MM, I wouldn’t need to be able to draw like me.]