- Pick an incredibly complex subject.
- That requires talking to people you don’t know.
- Despite the fact that you are incredibly afraid of talking to people you don’t know.
- Have a baby.
- Even though you can’t really afford childcare.
- And go off your medication.
- Even though doctors are pretty sure you need that medication.
- (But what’s wrong with a few nervous breakdowns?)
- (Right?)
- (RIGHT????)
- Spend two weeks thinking about applying to Ph.D. programs in linguistics.
- Spend two weeks thinking about applying to Ph.D. programs in film theory.
- Spend two weeks thinking about applying to Ph.D. programs in anything that isn’t writing this fucking book.
- Go to Mexico.
- Start watching Between Two Ferns.
- Start watching Downton Abbey.
- Start watching Battlestar Galactica. Again.
- What’s that, Ancestry.com?
- I’m related to Eleanor of Aquitaine?
- Look into moving to a small town in the middle of the country and changing your name.
- Although maybe you won’t have to change your name because New York publishers mostly forget there is a middle of the country.
- Move instead to a big town on the other side of the country.
- Using up most of your savings in the process.
- Thus making you even less able to afford childcare.
- Meanwhile, definitely keep staying off that medication.
- Facebook- and Google-stalk everyone you’ve ever known.
- Also people you don’t know.
- All the people ever, really.
- And have you gone to one of those sites that will figure out your astrological chart for you?
- Because that’s a good one, too.
- Decide that you are so completely lacking in even a modicum of vision or talent that no one is allowed to see your work.
- Ever.
- Including your editor.
- Your poor, poor editor.
- Contemplate the inevitability of death.
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