Dear Writer,
You hold infinite words and hopes inside. Spill them, let them all out. Know whatever you’re working on, whatever stage of the process you’re at–it will be okay. You’re stringing stars together, forming constellations with words.
Enjoy the work and shake off the Resistance. Whatever lie it’s telling you, know it’s not true. You are capable. You are magic. You have time. Your work is still valuable whether anyone reads it or not. Do it anyway.
Go—and make magic.
Write—pour your heart out, but keep some words for yourself. Not every word has to be seen to be of value. Not every word or scrap of ideas has to proven itself on the altar of productivity. Create what wants to be created, even if it’s for your eyes only.
Learn to love your life with all its disruptions. These too are a gift. Disruptions, happenstance, plans upended…these are all a normal part of life. There is no creator alive whose life is uninterrupted, whose creating goes unmarred by the reality of life and living.
Disruptions may be a gift. A reminder that this task before you, the one of making worlds and telling stories, is a fire in your bones that will not subside. Disruptions won’t put the fire out. Remember that.
These stories will be there, waiting for you. And let these disruptions only serve as a reminder that this is a craft you love. You are a vine, growing and bending your way to the light, whatever may come.
Go out and live, dear writer. Go explore and laugh and cry. Read good books, recite poetry in the rain, cook good food, laugh aloud. Often.
You are not chained to this desk, this device—go out and live! Taste the magic, spin around in it, get your fingernails dirty.
Then, come back and create.
This is your duty, this is your joy–to be a weaver of words.
Enchant us with your wonder and pain, your love and joy. Enchant us with the way you see our world and tell us of the worlds you see.
Go!–spill the stars! Plant seeds! Weave words! Splatter canvas! Do the next thing.
Go live, then come back and create. Do the work in front of you and, in showing up regularly, you’ll dispel the fear that it can’t be done. You are doing it.
So, go–and make some wonderful magic.
We’ll be here, making our own magic and we can’t wait to see yours.
Send this post to a friend who needs encouragement.
Then go and make your magic.
