Write about something that makes you feel uncomfortable.
Write about something that makes you worry what other people will think.
Write with black ink on a white page in a quiet room, so you can hear the nib tattooing the paper.
Write with your headphones on, bashing away at the keyboard, angrily.
Write in the speech bubbles that come off a comic book character’s head.
Write a short play about the inner turmoil that dominated your misspent youth.
Write a violent critique of a self-indulgent play about the inner-turmoil that dominated a misspent youth.
Write to try and sound like Hemingway, Saul Williams, Bukowski, EE Cummings, Adam Duritz, Rumi, Alan Watts or someone else.
Write to try and capture your own unique voice and take on things.
And if one day, there’s nothing left to write about, then that’s the exciting part.
Because the need to write, will remain, and that’s when you’ll finally write
Something new.
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Because our souls are mirrored by our words.
And our words hold our deepest desires.
These desires that scream our dreams.
Dreams that bring meaning.
The meaning of our existence.
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Write.
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