Allow me to remind you that time is the most unforgiving mistress. She doesn’t wait for you to have the perfect space to write from in a Parisian apartment, steeped in buckets of leisure. Nope.
Here’s a little secret...if you don’t decide to write, the words won’t magically find their way out of you and onto the page. Instead, they will rot and whither and die inside you.
And it won’t matter if you have a best-selling idea for a great novel or a beautiful memoir.
It won’t matter, because no one will ever be able to read it.