I hung up the phone, jubilant, and threw myself into a wall, then pretended to be getting electrocuted. I do this when I'm very happy.

It all meant something. Until it didn't.

Also, I need deadlines, just like everybody else, especially coming from magazines, newspapers, and stuff like that. I need daily or weekly deadlines to get stuff done, or I continue to do things and not go off on a year of unproductivity.

How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.

When you adapt a book, you really have to cut it to the essence.

We've lost that very simple transaction that's so pure, where a reader can say, "I support what you're doing, here's my dollar. I know that you guys are gonna be watchdogs or keep the government accountable, so here's my 50-cent contribution each day." It's just so tidy, and I think so inspiring.

I've never had WiFi at home. I'm too easily distracted, and YouTube is too tempting.