All these questions quickly bring on a sense of overwhelm, and anxiety starts to creep up my body, finally resting on my throat, where I can’t speak, write or think about it anymore. So I quickly abandoned my thoughts and let my dream sleep in a far-away place.

I’d forgotten what Dani Shapiro had enshrined in my heart in Still Writing: “The writing life requires courage, patience, persistence, empathy, openness, and the ability to deal with rejection. It requires the willingness to be alone with oneself. To be gentle with oneself. To look at the world without blinders on. To observe and withstand what one sees. To be disciplined, and at the same time, take risks. To be willing to fail—not just once, but again and again.”