I just spend the day at a meeting on the new project I will be working on over the next nine months.

We started at 9 a.m. and stopped at 5 p.m.
I spent well over an hour getting there and over an hour and half getting back.

And sitting in the car on the way back, surrounded by stationary vehicles emitting fumes, under a sky thick with the haze from forest burning in Malaysia and Indonesia, I remembered just what is good about being a writer: you don’t have to go to work.

All you have to do is get up.