How to Do It

Put this on auto-repeat, put on your headphones, go to the Waffle House, pretend you aren't a father or husband or lover or payer-of-mortgage or somebody who has to get up at seven o'clock in the morning and lecture about Cynthia Ozick. Write fiercely till dawn. Repeat. Continue in rabid obscurity until forty thousand somebodies notice, or, if they don't, continue in rabid obscurity anyway.