I have been writing a journal over the last year or so: scribbled lines, some illegible, in paper notebooks. I don't know if any of it will ever be published or turned into a story or an essay. But this exercise is reminding me in a small but significant way that writers will write against the odds. In stolen moments and in sorrow or defiance. The only 'advice to writers' that has really stayed with me and helped me in those unproductive stubborn nothing times is a quote from a book about writing by someone whose name I forget: 'If you want to be a good writer: WRITE'.