At the beginning, you sit down and just be. You stay, floating around in parallel realities, and dabble with the voices in your head. Then you write disconnected words, pointless sentences in empty documents and look at them. Then you shut your eyes, as though in immense pain, and think about life and what stories it has offered you.
Then you take a long hard look at everything you've failed to accomplish, given that you haven't been able to come up with one decent plot. After all this is done, you take a break because you believe that time and distance give perspective.
After a long period of time, which involved watching stray episodes of some TV show and checking social networks, you return to writing and start writing about something deep like, you know, regret or self actualization.
You end up, three hours later, with a story about farm animals and a hot air balloon.
Then you take a long hard look at everything you've failed to accomplish, given that you haven't been able to come up with one decent plot. After all this is done, you take a break because you believe that time and distance give perspective.
After a long period of time, which involved watching stray episodes of some TV show and checking social networks, you return to writing and start writing about something deep like, you know, regret or self actualization.
You end up, three hours later, with a story about farm animals and a hot air balloon.
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