just write. just sit down and stare that cursor into submission and let the words come out of your fingertips. don’t worry about grammar, punctuation, phrases that make sense, paragraphs that go on and on and on without any rhyme or reason.

just write. don’t be like anyone else, don’t let anyone else’s voice enter your head, don’t let anyone else’s style mess with what you want to say or how you say it. don’t worry if what you write doesn’t make sense to anyone else but you . . .if it makes sense to you, then you’ve accomplished what you set out to do. don’t worry if you offend someone out there in the world. don’t worry about stepping on some random person’s toes . . . they’re your words and no one else’s, your opinions and no one else’s. others can’t think for you so don’t worry about what others think of you.

just write for the art that lives inside your head, of getting out of your head all those whirling dervishes of thoughts and thinks, of memories and stories that are banging at the door of your mind, desperate to get out and live in the world. write to make sense of everything around you, things that you want to remember, things that you want to forget, to organize the chaos and to let the exhausted peace that comes after getting all those words settled and in one place, to let that peace exist inside you.

just write.