For a moment you paused. You felt the planets shift as your focus shifted. The important tasks and filler of everyday life fell away. Poof. Gone. It was just you and your Idea, alone in a lovely world of your creation.

You began to write — on paper, at the keyboard, in your mind. You let yourself go and flow and before you knew it, your Idea began to write you. And you fell in love.

This love remains. It is as powerful as a first kiss. Awkward, passionate, heartbreaking. Memorable. The kiss — your Idea — longs to be relived, to move from once upon a time to now.

So open your heart, let your creativity overtake you. Whisper in its ear, “I hear you,” “I love you,” then prove it. Write.

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Although I don’t remember the girl’s name, I do remember thinking, “Oh no! I’m seven and I still haven’t published!” Embarrassingly, I continued to utter those words well into my 20s, when I began publishing steadily. Even today, I utter a variation of them: “Oh no! I’m entering my middle years and still haven’t published my most important work!”

I’m willing to bet that similar words have slipped into your conversations with others or even with yourself. Such words belong to the universal language of writers. Share them as we may, however, they don’t necessarily give us strength. Ultimately, all writers stand – and sit – alone.

Sitting down to write is key; it is your only means for quieting the negative Muzak playing in your mind. I know this as fact, just as I know that to quiet is not to rid. My publish or perish fears will always be part of my life. I’m learning, still with difficulty, to accept the inevitable. And so I sit. … and sit … and sit.

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Our writing — our very words — have a power to move. Not just others, but ourselves. So make your world great; let your words take you in new directions.

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An idea travels at the speed of sound. It comes to us in a flash, unfolds just as quickly. It takes us right to the punch line, delivering a vision of our finished work in all its glory — something that shimmers, sparkles, shines, and changes lives.

Ideas are all these things and more. Ultimately, however, ideas are, well, just ideas. If we are to write — a book, an article, whatever — they must become more. They must move from the ephemeral to the actual.

They must be acted upon.

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