Dear Diane,

[ivyismygod]

You've simply got to stop troubling yourself and get down to the nitty gritty, Diane. The world may crash down on your shoulders, but if you're not writing, you won't have the mind to shit yourself. You can't possibly be a great storyteller if you tell nothing. And don't give me that I have nothing crap. I know when you do and do not have anything. You've quite a few years before you dry up. Your problem is that you begin to think it will never be finished, and just to proove yourself right, you stop. You don't have to be right, Diane. There are a great many wonderful people who constantly got things wrong. Your own personal idol was very wrong about that golden number Thirty, particularly for you. The only golden number is three, and now that you have that grasped up in your twisted little mind there's no need to go searching for other numerical truths. So what I'm really trying to say is, don't worry, but get back to your keyboard. You have so many left unfinished.

With All Due Respect,
Maladicta P. Malificent