One thing I don’t like about my writing is how much ritual I build into it. Sometimes it’s coffee, in undergrad it was a long walk and a pipe tobacco cigar. I hate it, because it clearly works. If it didn’t always work—or at least work well enough most of the time I don’t have any negative memories of the pre-writing rituals—I wouldn’t hate it and could go out of my way to avoid any more. Unfortunately, it’s hard to break out of what appears to be a beneficial habit. And it’s not like I do the pipe tobacco cigars anymore.