Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
My best advice about writer__ block is: the reason you__e having a hard time writing is because of a conflict between the GOAL of writing well and the FEAR of writing badly. By default, our instinct is to conquer the fear, but our feelings are much, much, less within our control than the goals we set, and since it__ the conflict BETWEEN the two forces blocking you, if you simply change your goal from __riting well_ to __riting badly,_ you will be a veritable fucking fountain of material, because guess what, man, we don__ like to admit it, because we__e raised to think lack of confidence is synonymous with paralysis, but, let__ just be honest with ourselves and each other: we can only hope to be good writers. We can only ever hope and wish that will ever happen, that__ a bird in the bush. The one in the hand is: we suck. We are terrified we suck, and that terror is oppressive and pervasive because we can VERY WELL see the possibility that we suck. We are well acquainted with it. We know how we suck like the backs of our shitty, untalented hands. We could write a fucking book on how bad a book would be if we just wrote one instead of sitting at a desk scratching our dumb heads trying to figure out how, by some miracle, the next thing we type is going to be brilliant. It isn__ going to be brilliant. You stink. Prove it. It will go faster. And then, after you write something incredibly shitty in about six hours, it__ no problem making it better in passes, because in addition to being absolutely untalented, you are also a mean, petty CRITIC. You know how you suck and you know how everything sucks and when you see something that sucks, you know exactly how to fix it, because you__e an asshole. So that is my advice about getting unblocked. Switch from team __ will one day write something good_ to team __ have no choice but to write a piece of shit_ and then take off your __ad writer_ hat and replace it with a __etty critic_ hat and go to town on that poor hack__ draft and that__ your second draft. Fifteen drafts later, or whenever someone paying you starts yelling at you, who knows, maybe the piece of shit will be good enough or maybe everyone in the world will turn out to be so hopelessly stupid that they think bad things are good and in any case, you get to spend so much less time at a keyboard and so much more at a bar where you really belong because medicine because childhood trauma because the Supreme Court didn__ make abortion an option until your unwanted ass was in its third trimester. Happy hunting and pecking!
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My best advice about writer__ block is: the reason you__e having a hard time writing is because of a conflict between the GOAL of writing well and the FEAR of writing badly. By default, our instinct is to conquer the fear, but our feelings are much, much, less within our control than the goals we set, and since it__ the conflict BETWEEN the two forces blocking you, if you simply change your goal from __riting well_ to __riting badly,_ you will be a veritable fucking fountain of material, because guess what, man, we don__ like to admit it, because we__e raised to think lack of confidence is synonymous with paralysis, but, let__ just be honest with ourselves and each other: we can only hope to be good writers. We can only ever hope and wish that will ever happen, that__ a bird in the bush. The one in the hand is: we suck. We are terrified we suck, and that terror is oppressive and pervasive because we can VERY WELL see the possibility that we suck. We are well acquainted with it. We know how we suck like the backs of our shitty, untalented hands. We could write a fucking book on how bad a book would be if we just wrote one instead of sitting at a desk scratching our dumb heads trying to figure out how, by some miracle, the next thing we type is going to be brilliant. It isn__ going to be brilliant. You stink. Prove it. It will go faster. And then, after you write something incredibly shitty in about six hours, it__ no problem making it better in passes, because in addition to being absolutely untalented, you are also a mean, petty CRITIC. You know how you suck and you know how everything sucks and when you see something that sucks, you know exactly how to fix it, because you__e an asshole. So that is my advice about getting unblocked. Switch from team __ will one day write something good_ to team __ have no choice but to write a piece of shit_ and then take off your __ad writer_ hat and replace it with a __etty critic_ hat and go to town on that poor hack__ draft and that__ your second draft. Fifteen drafts later, or whenever someone paying you starts yelling at you, who knows, maybe the piece of shit will be good enough or maybe everyone in the world will turn out to be so hopelessly stupid that they think bad things are good and in any case, you get to spend so much less time at a keyboard and so much more at a bar where you really belong because medicine because childhood trauma because the Supreme Court didn__ make abortion an option until your unwanted ass was in its third trimester. Happy hunting and pecking!
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