i have learned how to break through suffering by suffering; i have learned how to live through pain by experiencing copious amounts of pain; i have learned how to control my anger by first letting it consume me; i have learned hunger through want and patience; i have learned kindness by hurting first, being hurt; i have learned how to love by loving bravely, accepting love wholly, and i have learned how to deal with heartache in the the very same way. there is no other way. i have learned by doing and accepting. there is no such thing as a mistake.
make love to your art. we all have muses we would rather touch if the letdown of a solitary morning didn’t get us so lust drunk. let your feelings bubble to just below the surface until you are sure you are going to burst and die of self-obsessed implosion and, novel thought, keep the secrets of your soul hidden and write the way your blood feels boiling instead.
there are many adjectives for red-hot. write them.