And now, a little inspiration

Tonight, when you’re tired, sleepy, and have hit that mental wall, which deludes you into believing that you have nothing left to give:  SUCK IT UP, MOTHERFUCKER!!!  Stop fucking whining about the work.  You chose to do this, now fucking do it!  Don’t give me this bullshit about getting old and not being able to do what you used to do.  You’re a fucking writer.  This is what you fucking do.  It’s what you’ve always done, now just fucking do it.  NO MORE MOTHERFUCKING EXCUSES.  This isn’t the first time, nor will it probably be the last, and every single time you’ve gotten through it, so just do it.  He, who says he can, and he, who says he cannot, are both right.