Things:
- Unless you’ve been Vegan for more than two years—I don’t want to hear about it.
- Chances are that I don’t want to watch that video on youtube.
- If you say, “This is so bad” about your poem or your homemade banana bread or your novel or your artwork or your penis—it’s kind of like saying “TASTE THIS! IT TASTES LIKE A DIRTY ANUS!”. So, stop.
- There is no such thing as a cool fanny pack, so don’t, just don’t.
There are lots of reasons why writers write. Some people write to express. Some people write to know. Some people write to feel. Some people write to live.
Sometimes we write because we want to sleep at night. Sometimes a story, no matter how big or small it is, just doesn’t want to be told but DEMANDS to be written. As you lie down in bed, you know it’s in there, prowling in the darkness of your room, glaring with its large red eyes at you, chanting ‘write me, write me, write me.’ It’s like you have been taken as hostage.
And then in the morning, when you have barely slept a wink, you give in to your abductor’s demands. You write.
what is wrong with me
- Me at 3pm: lol im not doing anything
- Me at 11pm: let's do spring cleaning and bake a cake and make kandi and listen to obnoxious music and thrash around and write a book and organize my ponies and make my bed and become the leader of the free world and fly to mars and rule another galaxy
