Judging your early artistic efforts is artist abuse.

All of us contain a divine, expressive spark, a creative candle intended to light our path and that of our fellows.

When we write about our lives we respond to them. As we respond to them we are rendered more fluid, more centered, more agile on our own behalf. We are tendered conscious.

We waste a lot of time and a lot of talent trying to write for the common reader, whom we will never meet. Instead we should be writing for our ideal reader.

Progress, not perfection, is what we should be asking of ourselves.

Expect the universe to support your dream. It will.

Writing is an act of cherishing... It is an act of love.