Do you know the song “Alone Together” by Fall Out Boy? Probably. You’re a writer.

In attempts to wage war with self-doubt, I’ve decided to make this the spring of now instead of later.

The horrible rotten truth is fiction writers need to be good liars.

First, write. Let the monster free. And then, after grabbing that drink and snack, realizing nothing I said made any sense, tear the monster’s skin apart and return to the barest of bones.

It doesn’t take long for comfort zones to turn into trash compactors.