“By Thursday I decide I hate whatever it is I’ve written, that I’ve lost my talent, and furthermore I begin inventing my worst-nightmare notices. . . .By morning I know it’s time to force myself outside. I even put on mascara for the occasion. I take myself to the campus library and join in the communal contract for concentration. Leaving the room, I leave behind my fear and am able to focus again.”
Wendy Wasserstein, “Holidays at the Keyboard Inn,” 145-9 in The Writing Life: Writers on How They Think and Work, ed. Marie Arana (New York: Public Affairs, 2003), at 148.