I’ve been on medium since very early on, but so far I’ve pretty much just read other people’s work. Everyday I have this nagging uneasiness telling me “You should write, you think about it all the time. Why aren’t you doing this?”
I’ve written a few things in the middle of the night that if I don’t get it out, I won’t be able to sleep. But they just sit there in my drafts.
Anyway, I had that exact argument today with myself. I pick up my phone, see a notification for this article, and it feels like perfect timing or something that I see “Fuck Yes, You’re A Writer”. I got a stupid grin on my face.