Dear You (yes, YOU!),
I know you may be staring at a screen or looking down at a notebook, unable to write. You probably have a million thoughts swirling through your head. I am not good enough to do this. I can’t show this to anyone; it is terrible. I haven’t planned enough to get started. Who do I think I am to do this?
It all comes down to one thing: you are looking for permission.
I am giving it to you now. You have permission to go write.
Go do it. Now.
With authority from the muses,