If you want to be a writer – write.
Just do it.
Let it flow even though it might be somewhat incoherent.
Because that's the beauty.
Where the forum is yours and only for you.
And you have a deadline only if you want to.
Unlike that day on Baked & Wired in Georgetown where the waiter named me Molin; the couple next to me were on an awkward first date talking about dogs; a women stopped to comment on my neatly organized items that reminded her of the art exhibition she just came from; and I was collecting data about diabetes in the US. Although, that was fun too. And very educative. Still not my favorite kind of writing.
There we go.
Those were my words of today.
Because I still have that dreamiest dream of writing a long, thick, my-point-of-view novel. Someday.