Finally, One Just Has To Shut Up,

You Don't Know What You're Doing. You're Just Hoping That People Won't Make Fun Of You. I Had No Idea How It Would Turn Out.

It's Okay To Embark On Writing Because You Think It Will Get You Love. At Least It Gets You Going, But It Doesn't Last. After A While You Realize That No One Cares That Much. Then You Find Another Reason: Money. You Can Dream On That One While The Bills Pile Up. Then You Think: "well, I'm The Sensitive Type. I Have To Express Myself." Do Me A Favor. Don't Be So Sensitive. Be Tough. It Will Get You Further Along When You Get Rejected. Finally, You Just Do It Because You Happen To Like It.

If You Feel Bored Or Uncomfortable As You're Writing, Ask Yourself What's Bothering You And Write About That. Sometimes Your Creative Energy Is Like Water In A Kinked Hose, And Before Thoughts Can Flow On The Topic At Hand, You Have To Straighten The Hose By Attending To Whatever Is Preoccupying You.

I Am Free To Write The Worst Junk In The World.

I Often Wonder If All The Writers Who Are Alcoholics Drink A Lot Because They Aren't Writing. It Is Not Because They Are Writers That They Are Drinking, But Because They Are Writers Who Are Not Writing.