Finish it, you hand-wringing sloth

Whenever I need a boost in confidence I go to the bargain section in the supermarket and pick up one of those thrillers where the cover is the silhouette of a guy running down a dark alley.

Yeah, I can write better than that. You know why that guy has a novel sitting on bookshelves in stores and I don’t? Cause he finished the god damn thing instead of fretting about how good or bad it was.

Time to do that.