I’m taking a lot of inspiration from Steven Pressfield’s latest blogs about fighting through Resistance. Writing is just another performance, really, no different from hitting a drive, making a presentation to a cross-armed crowd, cooking a meal. The best stuff comes out when I go thought to thought, moment to moment and hold back that annoying, mean-spirited voice whispering that everything I’m doing is rubbish. That comes later, during the edit or the debrief or the tasting. But now, as Mr. Pressfield demands, is not the time to step back and view the forest.

Second chapter: done.

Pressfield is awesome, by the way. If you haven’t read The War of Art, put it on your bedside table right now.