make these days count

What will be your end? Will they put on your gravestone: Wanted To Art, But Didn’t? Dicked Around A Lot, Instead.

Or will your gravestone read: Worded Like A Bonafide Bad-Ass Every Day Until Death Pried Her From This Earth?

Make these days count. All of them that remain.

– Chuck Wendig, 30 Days in the Word Mines