Love

We all know that writing is a very solitary task. Its just you sitting behind your computer, or at your desk with a pen and paper, or typewriter (I could go on forever.), pounding away at the story that's in your head. Maybe sometimes you feel like after writing a ridiculous amount of words, what you've just written is horrible and you just want to delete it and never go back. Maybe you've been working for years, writing everyday and reading as many books as your brain can handle and still you feel like you're getting no where. I want to tell you that you're not alone.

This thing that we love is at once beautiful and terrible. It's hard and easy and fast and slow. It has the ability to make us feel like we're standing 10 feet tall and at a moment like we're nothing. So it's easy to get discouraged. But the thing that makes this whole process great is that yes, we will all suck. It's just a given (unless you're just abnormally awesome in which case good for you.) but if we just keep going, eventually one day we'll sit down and write something great.

I'm calling this series Love because I wanted to send you all a little of bit of love ( or a hug, a pat on the back, a shot of Jack, whatever you like.) to you from someone who is right where you are. 

Here's  a little love from Ira Glass: