Email Catch-22
I love loved email. Now I think it may be the death of me.
IMO email has gone out of fashion. Lately when I look in my Gmail inbox, I'm a deer in the headlights.
I try to reply to everyone who writes me, but, at the same time I don't want to spend my whole life writing emails. Popularity is a Catch-22 and I think way too fast to get it out on a keyboard sometimes—I'm no email machine.

I'd rather focus my free time on writing articles than emails. I'd rather write articles that come out of my own head than ones that get pushed onto me. I'd rather deliver unexpected awesomeness than predictable mediocrity. I'd rather make cars than faster horses. I prefer to meet people in person. I'd rather break ideas than news.
Even more so from now on, my promises to you as a writer are raw awesomeness and total transparency. The email generation is dying because emails are not drugs. There's plenty of art and knowledge to take in outside of the inbox. Beam me when think-to-text technology is available.