It was one of those messy, gray, drizzling days that can make you feel like you're running in place. i had stalled out on page 3 of the book i was trying to write, so i decided to take a drive through the mountains. as the road slicked under my tires, the evergreens on either side blurred through the raindrops on my windshield. the thought kept replaying in my mind, "i know exactly what i want my book to be about; so why is it so difficult to write it? " the above excerpt is most likely from a(