Writer, write.

Dear Fellow Writer,

Can you not see just how exquisite the story within you is?

It has been given to you because nobody else can tell it exactly the way that you can.

Every single experience you have been through, from the deep despair that nearly broke your spirit, to the rapturous that carried you to the brink of ecstasy, and all the mundane shades of every-day life in between; they have all left a memory within your cells.

Their very imprint remains on your skin.

Write about them.

Ignore the pain. Fight the hurt that threatens to strangle you in memories.

Give them life.

Somewhere, somebody is waiting to hear, no, needs to hear, the story within you.

Your story is calling to you.

Writer, write.