an absolute fantasy. we divide the world into “us” and “them” — the non-writers and the writers — and we tell ourselves that there is simply no way we can cross the divide from where we are now into being a real author. what happens when we tell ourselves we can’t? when we say “that’s impossible”? and when we deny ourselves permission to even try? we make it true.
the wonderful news is that the reverse is also true. you can absolutely write a book — or accomplish anything else you put your mind to — if you simply believe you can and put in the hard work to make it 