Great post. I’ve tried to explain to my wife what Rands calls “The Zone” in his essay, to no avail. She just can’t understand how I could so completely lose track of time, or how I could be a jerk about being asked a question.
I don’t get much time in The Zone these days, and when I finally get there, it’s that much more of a slap to be pulled out of it. Someone should invent a potion that can put one in The Zone; they’d make a mint.