The first time I finished a novel I painted my nails in a color called Escapades and then printed out the 200 pages and sat on the grass in a pretty dress. I took a perfectly composed photo of the manuscript on my lap. Anyway. A year has passed. I wrote another one. This is much closer to what finishing a book actually looks like. This is just one of the 382 index cards it took me to write “Sunny Side Up”. My fingernails got neglected. I wrote quietly this time. I didn’t talk about it. I learnt that it isn’t as hard as I once thought it was, to be alive and inspired and creating every single day.