What Does Discipline Look Like?

I once read about how John Cheever, who wrote brilliant stories blending realism and a bit of the fantastic, while writing in New York City in the fifties put on a white shirt and well-pressed jacket before heading to work at his typewriter. He didn't commute to an office, but he wanted to look the part.

Now here I am on coastal Maine with a gorgeous view, wearing t-shirt, shorts, shabby sun hat, bare feet, and a grocery list in my pocket. Sometimes I watch a chipmunk scurry with a mouth fill...