After seeing Mr. Jackson recently (in action-figure form, but it was still a momentous occasion), I thought it would be appropriate to have a little fun with his lyrics:

My inner critic always comes around here
Don’t need him in this space, he better disappear
My word count’s on the line and the due date’s coming near
So write it, just write it

This ain’t no fun, I have to do what I can
Don’t wanna be unpubbed, don’t wanna be a sham
It’s gonna be tough, better pick up the pen
So write it, but it’s gonna be bad

Just write it, write it, write it, write it
Even if you’re too excited
Spelling’s all funky and tense is a plight
It doesn’t matter if you get it right
Just write it, write it
Just write it, write it
Just write it, write it
Just write it, write it

The doubt will get you, does whatever it can
You don’t wanna play it coy, or be an also-ran
You wanna get published, better sit on your can
And write it, just write it

My keyboard’s melting and it’s got me all scared
I'm writing for my life, I ain’t got time to spare
Tasks taunt me, then distract me
Because life isn’t fair
So write it, but it’s gonna be bad

Just write it, write it, write it, write it
Even if you’re too excited
Spelling’s all funky and tense is a plight
It doesn’t matter if you get it right
Just write it, write it
write it, write it, write it...

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