One Tuesday, his mentor, Dr. Silva, walked into his office. She didn’t look stressed. She looked like someone who had already finished her work for the day. "How’s the monograph?" she asked.
Paul was skeptical. He started small. The first morning, he wrote three sentences and spent the rest of the hour staring at a bookshelf. But he didn't leave the chair. The next day, he wrote a paragraph. By Friday, he had two pages. How to Write a Lot: A Practical Guide to Produc...
Six months later, the cursor didn't haunt him anymore. It just waited for him to start his shift. Paul wasn't a "writer" in the romantic, suffering sense—he was a person who wrote. And he had a finished book to prove it. One Tuesday, his mentor, Dr