Hey Reader! One of my earliest mentors was a brilliant editor. Under her tutelage, my writing bloomed. Despite authoring thousands of magazine and newspaper articles, what she really wanted to write was a book. “When I retire, I’ll hole away in the mountains and write,” she’d say. “Finally write my novel.” About a month after she retired, I asked how her novel was going. It wasn’t. A decade later, it still isn’t. Often we romanticize creativity. It’s something that we’d indulge in if we only...