A dozen words. A hundred. A thousand.
Uncover the characters. Discover voices. Let them tell their stories. Listen to their dialog. Shake your head over their mistakes. Let them try. Let them fail. Let them try again.
Keep going, I tell myself. Don't stop when it gets hard, or stupid, or off-track. Don't let complications get in the way. Don't find excuses. Wake earlier. Exercise later. Write quietly, so as not to wake the restless ones, the demanding ones, the precious needy ones.
No. It's not too hard. It's certainly not impossible, I tell myself. Try.
But it's hard.
Yes, I tell myself. Yes, it is hard. And remember this: You've done harder things, I tell myself. But the only way it's impossible is if you never uncap the pen.
Go. Sit. Write. Words. Phrases and sentences. Conversations, turning points, actions, conflicts, resolutions.
But, but, but... But what? I ask. But what if it's awful? What if the words won't come? What if the words I write are useless? What if I've used up my allotment of good / funny / poignant / meaningful words? What if nobody ever reads it?
What if nobody ever reads it?
Write it, I tell myself. Uncap the pen. Nobody will ever, ever read the words you don't write. And most people will never read the words you do write, and is that really, really why you do it?
No, I answer. The words are there, inside me. They want to be set free, to get out, to taste the air.
Uncap the pen.
Set the words free.