Listening to the jazz streaming channel in iTunes while writing is like living in a Charlie Brown special where you’re Charlie, and everything you write just isn’t good enough for the Peanuts Gang. “You blockhead,” growls Lucy. “Don’t you know that you used passive voice?” “Good grief,” you say, furiously backspacing. Except that you backspace over the one good paragraph you wrote. “Try Control-Z to undo that,” says Linus. Your smitten sister beams at his brilliance. Your beagle, neglected and lonely, pulls out the power cord from the wall. The screen goes blank. The music stops. Thank God for auto-save.