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DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Get up, get dressed, go downstairs, make coffee. A voice is telling you "It's too much trouble to make breakfast; have some Honey Nut Cheerios."
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Cook breakfast, eat breakfast, clear up breakfast, get the kids to school. When you get home a voice is telling you "You don't need to run today; your legs hurt, you didn't get enough sleep, you can run tomorrow."
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Start to run. A voice is telling you "This sucks, let's just go by the coffee shop and get a pastry."
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Halfway through the run you feel fantastic and a voice is telling you "You are invincible! Run faster! Run Longer! This feeling will last forever and there will be no comeuppance! You hear me? No comeuppance!"
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Run home. Sit down to write. A voice is telling you "This is a waste of time. You never finish anything. You're only pretending to be a writer to get out of getting a real job. Might as well just fuck around on Facebook."
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
As you move the pen across the page, you wait for inspiration that never comes. No rising action. No spark. A voice is telling you "Look, you've wasted another hour writing something that's not worth reading. Bravo."
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
As the evening winds down, your wife is going to bed. A voice is telling you "Stay up, have a glass of wine, watch a Tarrantino movie. You deserve it!"
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Go to bed with your wife. Read a book. Fall asleep.
Wake up to your alarm. Somewhere in your house there is a paper containing what you wrote yesterday. Find that paper. Read it. On that paper is your voice, telling you, as best it can, who you are, what your condition is, and what may happen to you as a result.
LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Start to run. A voice is telling you "This sucks, let's just go by the coffee shop and get a pastry."
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Halfway through the run you feel fantastic and a voice is telling you "You are invincible! Run faster! Run Longer! This feeling will last forever and there will be no comeuppance! You hear me? No comeuppance!"
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Run home. Sit down to write. A voice is telling you "This is a waste of time. You never finish anything. You're only pretending to be a writer to get out of getting a real job. Might as well just fuck around on Facebook."
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
As you move the pen across the page, you wait for inspiration that never comes. No rising action. No spark. A voice is telling you "Look, you've wasted another hour writing something that's not worth reading. Bravo."
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
As the evening winds down, your wife is going to bed. A voice is telling you "Stay up, have a glass of wine, watch a Tarrantino movie. You deserve it!"
DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
Go to bed with your wife. Read a book. Fall asleep.
Wake up to your alarm. Somewhere in your house there is a paper containing what you wrote yesterday. Find that paper. Read it. On that paper is your voice, telling you, as best it can, who you are, what your condition is, and what may happen to you as a result.
LISTEN TO THAT VOICE
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