1) Seriously. Say to yourself, it's inoperable. There's nothing anyone can do. Say it. It will help you to stay in the moment. It will keep you from crying all the time. It will feel like a release. It will feel like a fuck it, I'm dying. Might as well just do this. Just do this. Just stay right here and be here. For me anyway. That's how I feel about pretend brain tumors. I'm not the sell all your possessions and live on the sand for the next six months type. I'm a sandwich on a couch in a church with a warm cat type.
2) Poetry is dead.
3) You're not going to get anywhere turning in these long prose poems to your fiction workshops. There's nothing really to critique. Class will end a half hour early and you'll cry.
4) You're just going to have to write a novel. Or something. A collection of short stories?
5) It shouldn't be so excruciating to write in a different genre. If you're studying writing you're studying all writing.
6) I got Tylenol 3 and muscle relaxers for my headaches.
7) Professor fantastic writes in lots of different kinds of forms. She does it. She's nurturing. She mentors. She's not mean. She believes in second chances. Right? Write.
8) Do not mix with alcohol.
~Skin & Toast