Me: Writing something good is like a drug high. It’s like a shot of something amazing and illicit, right in the vein. It makes you bulletproof. It makes it feel like you can fly. But you come down almost as quickly and then, sometimes even on the same day, you crash. You’re worthless. You know you’ll never write anything good again.

Therapist: Let’s talk about that … 

Me: No, I said that in order to talk about this other thing …

Therapist: That seems like something we should talk about.

Me: Eh, I’m fine with that. 

Therapist: You’re fine with that?!

Me: Every other writer I know feels the same way. I think it’s just part of the job. Really, it’s not a big deal. I really want to talk about this other thing. Now …

Therapist: You sure you don’t want to go back to being a lawyer?