Levinson tells aspiring novel writers exactly what they don't want to hear: successful writing isn't about glamour, accoutrements, and inspiration. That night out with your friends does not mean your mind will be clearer and your ideas fresher the next day - it just means another night spent not writing. What makes this piece more than inspirational fluff is its universality - it's not about novels, it's about the near-impossibility of pursuing any dream in the face of everyday life. I found it simultaneously depressing and inspiring. It's a well-done piece, but I wouldn't want to hear it while driving to work in the morning.