Oh, the movie reviews that I haven't written.
The novels that have remained ideas swimming in my head.
The inspiration that has flown through my veins that I never allowed to shoot through my fingertips.
The tributes, articles and riffs that have left unknown.
I sit her frustrated and anxious and broken.
My career feels like a whirlwind of what ifs.
The biggest crushing blow to my writing career has been listening to voices that I should hold off on a piece or I am not worthy to write about certain thing or that it will take too much time or that no one will care.
I want to write the perfect pieces that inspire millions and reshape the world.
But at this point, I should just write.