I suppose you could smoke some marijuana to get the words flowing. But, then you’d have to worry about getting too high.
And, of course, you could drink some whiskey and wine to loosen up your tongue. But, there’s a fine line between writing freely and writing like a drunk bastard.
Then, there is the option to write when you feel inspired. But, like most things in life, inspiration comes at the least convenient times –– like when you’re in the car on a long drive without a laptop or a pen anywhere in sight.
And, finally, you could just write because you were born to write and that’s what God put you here on Earth to do. But, I think that sounds a bit pompous –– I imagine God had other obligations when creating man and woman than to make you the next Stephen King. Plus, he was probably pretty preoccupied making Stephen king.
So, here is the truth of the matter. The drugs won’t help. The whisky and wine won’t help (much). Inspiration comes and goes (but mostly goes). And, there will never be another Stephen King.
So, if you want to be a writer and a damn good one at that, I would start by sitting down everyday at the same time in the same spot for the same number of minutes or hours. And, I would write.
I would write about what I know. I would write about what I didn’t know. I would reread what I wrote the day before and cross out the shit and circle the gems –– and then I would try to write more of the gems you circle.
By Cole Schafer.
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