shattering the old writer's block: just do it

To hell with the self-imposed fear.  To hell with worrying that the next thing you write won't be the last thing you wrote.  To hell with wondering if you know enough (again), if your soul can shine up new, if you have the surge of words fast churning within.

You grab an EnerGel 0.5 mm ball Needle Point and that book of empty pages a printer friend once gave to you.  You tip the blades of the window fan.  You lie or you slouch or you dream and you wait. 

And you wait.

And something you think you might like (thank you, Bruce) at last comes streaming in.

Walk away before you're even close to done.  Leave it be, let it stew.  Go to sleep that night with a little faith, just a little.  Let the faith wake up with you.