I'm about tired of hearing these lilly-livered apologists for telecommuting say they get just as much done working from home as they would working in an office. I've been working from home for a dozen years and I'm still completely fucking amazed at how much more I get done here than I did in an office.
Every single day.
How much do I get done?
I edit two monthly magazines.
I keep a news website fresh.
I write a weekly enewsletter.
I write a bimonthly ezine.
I chair three communication awards programs.
I organize two annual conferences.
I write journalistic stories for mainstream publications.
I coathor the occasional book.
And I blog every day.
And at every stage of any of the above I use every conceivable social media channel to brag to the world of all my exploits.
If you were staffing an editorial bullpen to do all that, you'd have to hire three people, a supervisor and a mental health worker.
I do it with joy—and between golfing, riding my motorcycle, reading, parenting and dreaming up increasingly bizarre plans to impose my misguided ideas upon American society.
I am able to achieve all this with such apparent ease not because I'm the Joe DiMaggio of freelance writing, although I am that.
It's because meetings and impromptu chats and the office intrigue and gossip consume about two thirds of a creative worker's day in an office.
I realize that some workers need to be in the office. Formal meetings and informal chats are what keep companies together.
But me, and other producers like me? Smart companies want us right where we are.
And Yahoo will figure that out soon enough.