Writing Life

Every day you write six sentences, drink a bottle of wine and save the world.

They were all waiting to see how long before you broke down. You did so well with your being productive and saying you were going to do shit and saying your job was going well, practicing yoga, badass dandasana, and eating quinoa, vegan Mondays and whatever the fuck mushrooms are trending this week for colon health. You said you were going to be famous, you were going to make it; you were going to write a novel back before you blew all your money on shoes and juice cleanses and all your time on self-improvement. They all saw it coming when you said you were writing and you said write drunk, edit sober. But write drunk. One bottle of wine every afternoon you write six and a half sentences then go from write drunk to make online donations to the Our Revolution Fund drunk to volunteer with homeless LGBTQ youth drunk to order quinoa salad and chocolate pecan pie for delivery drunk. Every day you write six sentences, drink a bottle of wine and save the world.