Chapter 35: Practice, practice, practice.

Practice! I reminded myself. Practice. Practice. Practice. Practice. Practice. Practice. Prac­ tice. Practice. I kept typing the word ‘practice.’ That was what I needed to do. Not remember. Not be re­ minded. Practice. Practice. Practice. Practice. Here it was late at night, and I was practicing. And I was going to go to sleep shortly. And in the morning I would practice. Practice. Practice. Practice. Practice. Practice. I’d known the answer for a long time. Practice. Practice. Prac­ tice. Practice. Practice. Practice was the answer. The author was right. He’d written about his inability to practice, and was practicing by writing about his inability to practice, but he still didn’t understand that he still didn’t understand how to practice. But practice would lead him to understanding. Self-Referential Metanovel Writing for D*mmies