“If I waited for perfection, I would never write a word.” — Margaret Atwood
How many times do I refrain from writing anything because I expect my writing to be perfect? A lot. I have been writing a lot more now, and yet every time I pick up a book to read, I think to myself, “Why bother?”
I need to read this quote, and then reread it, and then read it again.
And exercise. Something else I need to do.