I posted something on Facebook the other day when I was half-asleep. Usually my Facebook posts evolve like this: I write something I think about whether it could be taken the wrong way I edit it to make it clearer I think about who is going to read my post and what they might think about it I edit it again I think about whether or not anybody out there in cyberspace really needs to know this I delete the post without publishing it The end But this time, I just wrote. I wrote because I was exhausted. I wrote because I had seen some crazy things and needed to let a little bit of it out. And I wrote exactly what was on my mind. And, then, because I was too exhausted to care what people thought about it and whether or not they really needed to know it, I posted it. And I got a lot of responses back from people. It meant something to them because it meant something to me. My brother gave me this advice: Write when you are