All food is brought in. I eat hamburgers because they are easy to hold with one hand while reading and holding the book with the other hand. In the middle of the night, I read, sometimes on the carpeted floor of the bathroom, just because it's warm. I am wretched. I don't care anymore about being abnormal.
Writing is everything.
It seems impossible to write the book. It seems impossible to lift a hairbrush to brush my hair. But I do it. I put on mascara every day that I write. This period of intense work lasts about six weeks.