“When Hemingway was stuck, he didn’t sit around brooding. He went to the bar, watched people, listened.
When Dickens needed material, he walked the streets of London, soaking up the city.
They weren’t waiting for ideas to arrive. They were out collecting them.
If you want to write, stop trying to be clever and start being curious.
Smell the ink.
Get your hands dirty.
And most importantly—
Get out the door.”