June 14, 2017

My dearest,

I’m writing my latest article and I have Nick Caves and the Bad Seeds playing on my headphones. No More Shall We Part comes on, this classic, this sad song, this anthem of my twenties, and I wondered what it was like to go through such emotions, such deep pain, and produce art at the end of it.

There’s always this fear that what I am producing isn’t good enough compared to the writers and artists I admire. That it may never be good enough. If I allow this fear to overcome me, I wouldn’t write a single word. I wouldn’t risk failing.

And without risk, without failing, there is nothing.

I will make good art. I will write every day, and I will get better at it. I will close that gap. I will make this happen.

I promise you this.

Yours, ever and always.