I’ve done it for so long now that I never really struggle. The key to my strategy is that I revise like crazy. I flesh out a million ideas a day, and then slowly go back and change them to make them perfect from a construction standpoint. If I do ever hit a wall, which does happen, like last winter when my mother got very ill, I just walk away from it. I don’t worry about it leaving me, it’s a fabric of my being, as douchebaggery as that sounds. A life without language is silent, and when life is silent you begin to hear the world falling to pieces.