I’m writing. Here’s the proof.

And here the problem. I have a million projects I start on, and I’m pumped and excited to get them going, and then somewhere along the way, that awful little voice chimes in and starts reminding me how awful that last sentence was. And is this story really worth telling? Where was I going with that last idea? Did that description really do what I wanted it to?

I despise that little voice, and I’m pretty sure the only way to shut it up is to just.keep.writing.

So off I go.