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Today, I want to give you permission that you might not be realizing you’ve been withholding from yourself: Today, you can suck.

I mean it. You have permission to get out your pen and notebook (or, more likely, to open your word processor) and just suck. Write poorly. Be bad. Just suck.

I spoke with an old coworker once who told me about their brilliant idea for a novel that they would like to write “some day.” I asked them what was stopping them as they were clearly excited about the idea and felt that it was something they’d want to read themself.

They didn’t have a compelling answer. They ran into the issue that so many writers I know have fallen into: Getting started is a bitch. Writing a novel is hard and eating that particular elephant is a daunting proposition.