If you never leave the bathtub, then you become a soup. Once you leave the tub, what’s left is a broth.

Strange thought: to become a writer, one only needs to… well, write! What is stopping people from writing? Who cares if the story is bad, if it never goes published (99% never do), if it never becomes known (99% never do, again), if no one besides the writer ever reads the story?

Does not matter. If you want to write, write. Write ten minutes a day, while you’re #2. Instead of doom scrolling. Instead of drinking a second beer, eating another tub of icecream, demolish another serving of junk food. Instead of whatever. Pick your poinson.

If you want to, just write.

I’m currently stroganoff.

Just like John Green