Coffee: just as good as religious fervor, the mild stimulant effects of watered-down wine, anything else used to bring pen to page.

Write on adderall, edit on adderall.

Letters form words, lines lengthen, paragraphs grow.

Practically anyone who’s ever written anything will read someone else’s prose back and tell themselves they’d have at least done a thing or two differently, flipped this phrase, massaged that line.

Forced conversation, it seems, is just as bad as forced writing.

Writing well with children in the house is damn near impossible.