The writer’s brain is a diseased brain.
I am convinced that to be a writer is to have a kind of disorder that demands you to write words but then turns off the “writing words” function.
Haha funny joke, brain.
Things that help me write that are not my brain:
1. Being incredibly busy with other things, such that I have no time to write.
2. Being incredibly busy with boring things, such that anything else sounds better.
3. Being told that I will never be a published writer. I find discouragement inspiring, whereas hip-hip-hooray encouragements frequently depress me and cause me to lose all motivation. This may not be good.
4. Late, late, late nights, when I should be sleeping.
In conclusion, this whole writing thing is very perverse and probably not good for my mental health.