For a long time I puzzled over how I managed to go from a hopeless screw-up in school to a hardworking, disciplined writer as an adult. After considering it for 50 years or so, I came to the realization that I had been a very hardworking little girl. In fact I was a workaholic, striving, in my 4-year-old way, to decipher the mysteries of the universe and the meaning of life. What was real? Sometimes, in the middle of the night, it seemed as if nothing was real, that sunlight and houses and stop signs were...

Source: Wall Street Journal May 13, 2018 17:45 UTC