Nearly' Only Counts In Horseshoes And Hand-grenades.

It Sounded Like A Piece Of Blackboard Being Dragged Over The Nails Of A Wall Of Severed Fingers.

One Word After Another. That's The Only Way That Novels Get Written And, Short Of Elves Coming In The Night And Turning Your Jumbled Notes Into Chapter Nine, It's The Only Way To Do It. So Keep On Keeping On. Write Another Word And Then Another.

The Converse Held Reassuringly True: Daylight Was Safe. Daylight Was Always Safe.

Whatever It Is You're Scared Of Doing, Do It.

Don't Start Anything You're Not Prepared To Finish.