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Remember...Keystrokes are hammer taps. Get words on paper. Don__ worry about connections, character or plot. Work for an hour. Promise yourself an hour. Do nothing else but move your fingers. Make coarse shapes. Follow any emotion that pops up but never impose emotion, never fake it, and don__ make up your mind or your heart ahead of time. Understand you don__ know what you__e doing. That__ why you__e here. Rough it out. Anything goes. You can decide later what any piece of text looks like, what it might mean. Don__ stop. Don__ question. Don__ quit. Don__ stop to read what you wrote. Move your fingers. You mind will have no other option but to keep up. Remember that writer__ block is merely the cold marble waiting for the chisel to heat up.
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Remember...Keystrokes are hammer taps. Get words on paper. Don__ worry about connections, character or plot. Work for an hour. Promise yourself an hour. Do nothing else but move your fingers. Make coarse shapes. Follow any emotion that pops up but never impose emotion, never fake it, and don__ make up your mind or your heart ahead of time. Understand you don__ know what you__e doing. That__ why you__e here. Rough it out. Anything goes. You can decide later what any piece of text looks like, what it might mean. Don__ stop. Don__ question. Don__ quit. Don__ stop to read what you wrote. Move your fingers. You mind will have no other option but to keep up. Remember that writer__ block is merely the cold marble waiting for the chisel to heat up.

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