The desire for perfection is a trap.
There are never enough hours in the day or words in the mind when you need them.
If you stick at it the words will come in their own good time.
The number of interruptions you will experience are directly proportionate to the amount of work you want to get done.
The inner critic, not fear, is the mind killer*.
When it works it is totally worth it.
When it doesn’t work it will be worth it even more when it does.
*The Bene Gesserit Littainy against Fear.
From Dune (1965) by Frank Herbert
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.