Discipline drowns out the noise—what others think, what you think—it says, “I don’t care; I’m doing this regardless.” It is the beating heart of any.

In the quiet of early morning, thoughts play like TNT reruns movies in the background as I debate whether to fall back asleep or wake up...

I experience giddy bursts of sudden energy, like powerful blasts that scream, “Let’s write!” or “Let’s take on all the projects!” It’s a feeling that makes me feel as if I’m Zeus soaring around his throne at Mount Olympus...

Dave’s got a light strapped to his head, a cigar in hand, and a baby monitor and lighter in his pocket. Obviously, he’s up to no good. And that I’m bundled up and about to follow him out in the night means I’m likely not either.