if it doesn't come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don't do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand your gut,don't do you have to sit for hoursstaring at your computer screenor hunched over yourtypewritersearching for words,don't do you're doing it for money orfame,don't do you're doing it because you wantwomen in your bed,don't do you have to sit there andrewrite it again and again,don't do it's hard work just thinking about doing it,don't do you're trying to write like somebodyelse,forget about you have to wait for it to roar out ofyou,then wait it never does roar out of you,do something you first have to read it to your wifeor your girlfriend or your boyfriendor your parents or to anybody at all,you're not 't be like so many writers,don't be like so many thousands ofpeople who call themselves writers,don't be dull and boring andpretentious, don't be consumed with libraries of the world haveyawned themselves tosleepover your 't add to 't do it.unless it comes out ofyour soul like a rocket,unless being still woulddrive you to madness orsuicide or murder,don't do it.unless the sun inside you isburning your gut,don't do it is truly time,and if you have been chosen,it will do it byitself and it will keep on doing ituntil you die or it dies in you.there is no other there never was.
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