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I have advice for people who want to write. I don’t care whether they’re 5 or 500. There are three things that are important: First, if you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair. And second, you need to read. You can’t be a writer if you’re not a reader. It’s the great writers who teach us how to write. The third thing is to write. Just write a little bit every day. Even if it’s for only half an hour — write, write, write.

Wisdom from Madeleine L’Engle, quoted in her biography. Couple with Hemingway’s advice to aspiring writers and Virginia Woolf on the creative benefits of keeping a diary, then revisit L’Engle on writing and creativity.  (via explore-blog)

Best concrete advice I’ve heard. And hell yeah to have a place to write only for yourself. Not your parents, not your wife, not your god, not your Twitter or Tumblr or Medium audience, not even the person or writer you want to be, but for yourself - imperfect perfect self - like right now.

Since branching out and running my own startup, it’s been awesome one day and totally shitty the next. I’ve had some awesome moments, where things are going well, but I’ve also had a lot more “what the fuck am I doing” “I don’t think I can do this” moments. I worry all the time. All the time.  My nostalgia jumps a decade because I don’t want to look at the failures. I veer from taking a break to reassess, to jump head in to the work and hoping I don’t run out of breath. The simple question of “how are things going?” unleashes all sorts of existential terrors.

I hate that I can never commit to weekend plans because I’ll always feel guilty if I’m not working in some ways. I  hate that I haven’t talked to my friends in a really long time. I hate that I feel like I’m not working enough. 

I don’t really know what I’m doing. But I really do. For the things that I know, I really really know a shit ton about.  I geek out about pixels and metaphor. I think about philosophy and how the silly apps we download fit into the larger human narrative. I dread firing up my accounting software.  I love talking to other makers and product people about what all of this means.  I dread talking to hustlers who are just looking for information, or worse, a way to tear ideas down.

But the few highs? They make up for all the lows. And for this Friday afternoon, I’ll keep floating on. Heads down, step forward. And again.

And again.