If you have something specific and visible to fear, rather than something that could be anything, it is easier.

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told — told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.

It's easier to believe in aliens than in gods.

Write. Finish things. Get them published. Write something else while you're waiting for someone to publish the first thing.

Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?

You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different.