Years ago, while writing in my bedroom one night, I was caught off guard by a rap on my window one night.

I spent last weekend writing, talking about writing and listening to people talk about writing.

Remember the 1993 movie “Groundhog Day”?

Alfred (not his real name) had noticed erratic changes in his nephew Jay’s behavior. Normally a pleasant and easygoing kid, Jay had reported that people were following him, and he seemed unusually paranoid and distrustful — even of family members.

I once attended a training where the speaker asked those present to participate in an exercise. We were to break up into pairs and tell each other about our week, highlighting the negative parts.