You can’t stop thinking about it. You dream about it every night. Your hands itch to write words that your soul has been dying to release, but your mind has been unable to grasp. You want it so bad, but you don’t know how.
Your spirit cries for it—to spill ink all over that page in a rampage. This need, it’s maddening. Insane. Consuming. You want to see your words burning the page, and it’s beautiful. The kind of words that will last. The kind that will reach every heart.
You want to write that story, that book, that article, that poem, that blog post, that masterpiece, but you don’t want to just write it. You want to write it so well, word of it will spread like wildfire and until all hands have held it and all eyes have seen it.
You won’t just write. You will write well. Write great.