Cloverdew

… People always seem to want more from me than “Just sit down and write.” They keep taking me aside after things like this and going “No, really, what’s the REAL way?” And I just stand there, and it’s like “If you are a real writer, on the night of the harvest moon, you will receive a postcard in the mail. Wait until precisely midnight, then light the postcard on fire with a black match. As the last corner of the postcard crumbles to ash and succumbs to the flame, you will hear *knock knock knock* on your door.
You will open the door, and there will be David Eggers… Stephen King… and me, And we will be wearing robes. We will have hoods over our faces, and we will say “YES…. NOW YOU WILL LEARN.”

I mean, it’s not that complicated. Just sit down, and start to write, and then don’t stop.