I was like you, once; competing for the mayfly attention of sarcastic millennials, despairing because I’m one of them — I mean, seriously: I’ve spent, like, literally hours of my life writing and no one has given me my participation trophy yet? I don’t even.
Anyway, once you’ve achieved profound success like mine, you might find yourself reflecting on your humble beginnings. Maybe you’ll be compelled to crush the spirits — erm, inspire — the young aspirants who are trying to elbow their way onto your coat tails, or more likely, you’re blocked and need to churn out some filler because, as we all know, success requires you to…
Produce, constantly
You’re gainfully employed, you have a family, you need to sleep every single day —whatever excuses you’re making are just holding you back.
Stop it.
Stop it right now.
Discard all of your distractions, and set a punishing daily quota. This is essential — the bigger the number, the better. 10,000 words, 20,000 — hell, if you can’t be bothered to write a novella every day, then why are you even doing this?
