On the days the words don’t come easily, you have two choices: you can whine about the fact, or you can get to work. If you’re in the former group, I give you permission to wail about the difficulty for two minutes. You’re not going to get anything done until you do. I know. I’ve been there, so go. Cry, scream, or swear for the next two minutes then come back. Are you back? Good. Now you’re ready to join the latter group, the one that yells “This is Sparta!” and gets to work.