Life’s too short to spend it reading. Write.
Life’s too short to write something you’re not feeling. Pour it all in, sort the useless parts out later.
Life’s too short to play it nice. Write that scene you won’t be able to show anyone who knows you. (Luckily, you don’t have to show it to anybody.)
Life’s too short to make yourself believe you can’t do it. Prove it to yourself that you can.
Life’s too short to listen to naysayers, too. Show them how it’s done.
Life’s too short to keep rewriting your first book. Get it out there to start working on the next one.
Life’s too short to keep to the same old, safe genres. Go after that elusive weird new thing you’d like to try and knock yourself out.
Life’s too short to write tomorrow. Build the shit out of your future today.
Life’s too short to be a spectator. Write your own story.
After all, life’s too short to give up. Go and win this NaNo.