First: Go to Trailers From Hell
Next: Listen to some oldies 50s rock 'n' roll, like this
Then: Read some Kerouac poetry:
Pull my daisy
Tip my cup
Cut my thoughts
for coconuts
Jack my Arden
Gate my shades
Silk my garden
Rose my days
Bone my shadow
Dove my dream
Milk my mind &
Make me cream
Hop my heart on
Harp my height
Hip my angel
Hype my light
...
Pope my parts
Pop my pet
Poke my pap
Pit my plum
And then finally: Rest assured that nothing you write could be worse than what you just read.
This sticker is dangerous and inconvenient but I do love Fig Newtons
Thursday, November 20, 2008
How to cure writer's paralysis
Labels:
cult movies,
honeycomb,
Kerouac,
shitty poetry,
writers block
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