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How To Quit Writing Novels

    Hey, everyone. I thought I'd do a listing of ways that you can quit writing novels. Should you ever want to.
1. Buy an I-Pad. The tablet is a great productivity killer. You spend more time with it than TV, if you can believe that. It is a monster for entertainment. Hey, why write when I can have fun?
2. Start a blog. I started this blog as a casual thing. Now, after 15 months and 256 posts, I've found that it consumes a lot of time. But hey, I like it. As you age you need to develop interests and hobbies. Plus, it's less work than writing books.
3. Work full time. I've found that working a job interferes somewhat with fun and hobbies. They expect you to be there and do things. Barbaric.
4. Hate typing. If you hate typing, this will certainly impact your novel production.
5. Try to deal with E-Pub Check. Mind reading is not my strong suit.
6. Become a web-searching, touch screen tapping, netflix and Baggage watching, sit on the deck and listen to music, track studying and read other writers books, geek-a-zoid.
7. Become a hard-core gamer. Play endless games with a fervor. Then cast them aside when you tire of them.
8. Renovate a house. A time burner; plus, dealing with a bunch of challenging chores occupies your mind to the exclusion of your imaginary friends of bookdom.
9. Wander aimlessly through space and cut stupid cables with a plasma saw, thanks to your friends at Dead Space who didn't make an easy button for their game. But hey, I have to give them credit because they just issued an update that enables you to actually fight necromorphs. It's called survival mode and the update is free.
10.Move to Jamaica and live in the same beach house with Jimmy Buffett, Keith Richards and Jack Nicholson. You'll never write again. What's more, you'll never worry about it. Or anything else.

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