People have it all wrong. I had it all wrong. There's actually never been a better time to be a writer. The sea is swirling. I don't think it's ever come alive like this! But it must be done differently now, you can't allow it to be too precious. And I love that about it. I love the way it looks on all the little wannabes who studied poetry and literature, who think they've done it right, who think they're entitled to the prize. But those days are over now. It's time to move away from all of that. Seriously, just go to a book store and pick up a new release. You don't even have to read any of it, just turn to the back and look at their goddamn author photo. I mean, if that doesn't tell you everything, if that doesn't make you fucking sick. Or worse yet, go to a reading, any reading. Try to sit through that. So now, you know, you just write on the fly. It's like gorilla warfare. I write while I'm running or when I'm at work or sitting on the pot, or while I'm bouncing around with a screaming baby. I'm telling ya, it works. It's the only way it works. You get so goddamn good at it. You just punch the shit into your phone like I'm doing now. That's it. You punch it in and forget about it. You never think about it again. And it's SO much better that way. It's like it's only between you and yourself, or the Gods if there really are some. But the only problem is, you've got to realize that it's all for naught, that there's no chance for it to ever do anything other than hopefully allow you to continue doing it. That's it. That's all you're gonna get out of it. There will be no books for you, no readings, no praise. You'll never get a chance to sit at the table with Charlie Rose. It really is gorilla warfare, man. I'm telling you, it really is!
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