To ensure you don’t go utterly mad after this month, I’ve compiled my not so sound advice into one post.
Lock yourself in a tiny, suffocating room.
Hold your breath and forget to breathe.
Turn on the radio or whatever you use to play music.
Jump up and down to get the blood flowing.
Shout at your silly self.
Scream at your parents.
Yell at the top of your lungs until you lose your voice.
Cry enough tears to fill an ocean.
Ignore any and all plans you’ve made.
Burn your outline after realizing you haven’t followed it once.
Just write.
Resist the urge to rewrite.
Questionable advice is the best advice, no?
Herminia Chow 