When I graduated from college, I knew I wanted to be a writer, but had no idea how to get there. 1)

So I locked myself in an apartment in Boston and wrote- my insane goal was 40 pages a day.

I don’t recommend that to anyone. My roommate was @sstossel, one of the best writers I’ve ever met. So we lived there, like animals, and wrote and wrote. And drank. And wrote.

Sometimes we drank more than we wrote. But damn, I really did write. By the end of the year I had written 9 novels. Yes nine.

And they were awful. Deep dark stories that took place in bars, because I was trying to be @BretEastonEllis or Jay Mcinerney because they were my idols.

And then I fell into Hunter S Thompson and Michael Crichton and began a lifelong search for my own writing voice. A combo of all my idols, I hoped.

By the end of that year I had around 5000 pages and landed an agent. I didn’t sell my first book for another year- but that’s another story :)

But what I leaned that year has stuck with me my whole career. If you want to be a writer, you gotta write. More than seems possible. More than the next guy. Just more. Write and write and write. :):):)