if it doesn't come bursting out
of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of
your
heart and your mind and your
mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for
hours
staring at your computer
screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money
or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you
want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there
and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking
about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like
somebody else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to
roar out of you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of
you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to
your wife
or your girlfriend or your
boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody
at all,
you're not ready.
don't be like so many
writers,
don't be like so many thousands
of
people who call themselves
writers,
don't be dull and boring
and
pretentious, don't be consumed
with self-love.
the libraries of the world
have
yawned themselves to sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you
is
burning your gut,
don't do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been
chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on
doing it
until you die or it dies in
you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.
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