When we watched Robert De Niro present the Best Screenplay award at the Oscars on the DVR this morning and he said the following, I looked over at my husband, who was grinning. “I’m not saying anything,” he told me.

“The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination and consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day.”