This week, heed these words from writer Annie Dillard:
Every morning you climb several flights of stairs, enter your study, open the French doors, and slide your desk and chair out into the middle of the air. The desk and chair float thirty feet from the ground, between the crowns of maple trees... Birds fly under your chair. In spring, when the leaves open in the maples' crowns, your view stops in the treetops just beyond the desk; yellow warblers hiss and whisper on the high twigs, and catch flies. Get to work. Your work is to keep cranking from the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the belt in the engine of belief that keeps you and your desk in midair.
- from pages 10-11 in The Writing Life by Annie Dillard