Some of the things I see are givens, knowing how you operate. The
attention to
detail
is more than merely
rigorous
- it's ruthless. Nothing slips by you. A simple ten word
sentence takes an hour to get right. First it's read
this way. Then it's read that way. Then
it's omitted entirely and the surrounding sentences are re-read
without it. Then it's put back in again, and everything's re-read
again starting from the top. You ask for input. You ask how it
sounds to others. You don't merely listen with your own
ears.
You request others listen your work with their
ears.
Sometimes you go with the way they listen it. Sometimes, even if
they listen it differently than you, you go with your way anyway.
Observing
this process I get the sense that although it's your creation,
you're
not attached
to one single iota within it which doesn't
work
even if that's the way you brought it forth yourself first. While
you maintain the majority stock in the way it'll
eventually come out, you're
not attached
to your way of seeing things. You not only cede the
rights to the casting vote occasionally - sometimes, you outright
give them away to those you trust.
I notice something which, at first is hard to ascribe words to. I
experience it subliminally. I recognize it. But oddly I can't say
exactly what it is I'm seeing. Then I get it! You're 1,000% focused
like a
laser beam.
That's why I don't get it as immediately as I recognize it. It's a
level of operation no one I know (myself included)
works at, or even can work at. What it looks like is
no down time. Not today. Not this week. Not this year.
Not ever. Slowly it dawns on me this is the level of
operation you work at always: every hour, every day,
every week, every year, year after year after year for at least the
last forty years I personally know of - and in all likelihood,
starting sooner than that. No wonder there's not merely
an assistant working with you. No wonder there's not
merely an aide, a personal valet working with you.
What it takes is teams of assistants,
teams of valets, teams of teams ... to keep up with
you, to keep all your irons in the fire, to keep all your juggled
balls in the air. No doubt if each of them didn't take a vacation
from time to time, you'd run them all into the ground and still be
up all night working by your
Self.
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