Let’s
get into the numbers for a second, because the numbers sometimes feel
like the only thing that’s holding me steady when I write a book. If, at
the end of the day, I have written a certain number of words, arrived
at a new, higher total number than where I started the day, then there
is a measurable accomplishment. Do not worry about the quality of the
words in that moment, I tell myself. That is for late at night, alone
and nervous, the events of the day ticking through the brain like some
sort of ominous clock in a black and white movie. Allow yourself the one
triumph at the end of your workday. Here is this number. I made it
happen.

