Dear Frustrated Writer, I see you. I get you. I am you. And if I’m not you, I miss reading your words. You want to write. But you’re too busy, too stressed. There aren’t enough hours in the day. And oh look, Netflix. You got a rejection letter. You suck at this (you don’t, though). You’re writing at the edge of your desk. You don’t even have a desk. You write on your lap. On the bus. When your kid is at dance class. You have things to say, but no time to say them. It’s all been said before…
_ Ica
