I have noticed that some days everything I write feels just dreadful. What I’ve learned is that my job is to keep writing the best I can until it doesn’t feel that way any more. And to judge nothing until later. I think any artist regularly engaged in the process has had to figure that out one way or another. Me, I got told. No really. Of course that is so for any creative activity, only makes sense. I guess what surprised me was how much that same thought applied itself to life in general, that when I go through a patch where I just don’t seem to be able to do anything right, my job is to keep doing the best I can until it doesn’t feel that way anymore, and to judge nothing until later. Okay, sometimes you have to tell me a few times, but eventually it sinks in. In both ways. And so ten pages today. Some of which maybe don’t hardly suck at all. But I’ll figure that out later.