"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
Pretty cold here in Northwest Ohio. (about 15 and going down) I'm trying to get ready for a grant workshop tomorrow in Columbus, and all I can think is that I hope my car doesn't break down on the way to Columbus.