A good writer doesn’t run from bears; no, a good writer goes
to where the bears are. He watches them in their habitat and how they have
evolved looking for clues on what makes them tick, or what makes him run, or possibly
how close the nearest freeway is if he has to get to his desktop computer in
one piece.
A brilliant writer doesn’t avoid the hospital; no, a
brilliant writer puts himself in the thick of it to have his dying character’s perspective.
It could be exposing himself to the most recent flu, or jumping in front of a
Camero. Either one can work if he is lucky.
An amazing writer doesn’t keep to himself with his eyes
closed; no, an amazing writer stays starry-eyed focusing head on to every Godzilla!
Touching his furry coat while singing a Blondie song costing the lives of
children while leading him into central park to see if he strikes a muse or
maybe a building nearby.
A fantastic writer doesn’t go into public luxuriously
looking well kept; no, he ventures out dumpy-looking to appear like he has been
busy at the keyboard with no time for anything else. He can only hope no agents
or publishers are at the pharmacy when he finally picks up his meds.
