I spend too much of my time, so much of my time, editing myself, the gold standard I am seeking always punishingly out of reach.

I was reading my notes about Two Roads, a story I ultimately abandoned, and found myself surprisingly interested. I gave up on the idea because I told myself it was no good. I discover, years later, that I actually like it. The lesson seems to be that I shouldn’t quit. There’s no best story. The best story is the one you finish.