In a year you will wish you would have started today

I don’t know how you write. I don’t know if you scoop words out of a bucket or blast them from a paint sprayer. I don’t know if you quick-fire writing or slow-play it longways. If you write in marathon sessions while the kids are away or in staccato bursts while the spousal-unit isn’t annoying you. If you sit down in the morning or at night, with or wit…