Pressing pencil to paper tastes so delicious. I crave words. I crave beginning hooks and power house conclusions. My hands don't feel successful unless they are gathered to a notebook creating their own piece of fiction.

My fingers are wasted if the don't grasp graphite. My eyes are blind if not seeing my fingers form words. Each sense grows more dull as I wait for the perfect moment to come, as I wait for inspiration.

If I wait to be inspired then I will never write. If I wait and then write, my words come out fake and mass produced. Never wait.

Never wait for yourself to be ready. Never wait for your time to come. Pick yourself up and invent. Invent a new place, a new character, a new meaning. Invent your own inspiration.