I struck while the iron was hot

but began to notice it only got hotter

and this was the secret of writing.

 

Nothing worth doing or having

is not forged and better by difficulty and

time,

time spent honing the craft or reinforcing

the foundations of anything worth holding onto.

 

There are so few things worth holding onto

and when one finds them they must

grab onto them with both hands and even

wrap their legs around them.

 

Kick

scream

punch

flail

and yell

until your body can move no longer

and there is no more saliva to fly out of your

exhausted mouth.

 

Some thing are worth holding onto

and you better fight like the Devil himself

when time comes to take them away.