This week I’m speaking at a writers’ conference in Seattle. I’m excited to meet the writers and hear their stories, because writers are made from special cloth.
Whether you write in the privacy of your own journal or on a blog or in the form of notes to your kids, there’s something brave about putting words onto paper.
I wrote this manifesto to share with the writers I meet this week—and with you, too. In case I don’t get to sit down with you in a one-on-one session, happy writing!
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This Is How You Write
Write it down. Scratch it out. Start over again.
This is how you write.
Write. Edit. Delete. Cry.
Breathe.
Rethink. Rewrite. Reorganize. Revise.
Repeat.
This is how you write.
Put on your sweatpants. Get a cup of tea. Plant yourself in the chair and tell your fingers to type.
This is how you write.
Spend time with imaginary people. Fall into a rabbit hole of research. Believe that productivity isn’t always measured by word count.
This is how you write.
Chain-read books. Soak up the different voices. Then find your own.
This is how you write.
Ignore the laundry, the dishes, the clock ticking inevitably toward dinner.
This is how you write.
Eavesdrop at the car wash, the grocery store, the DMV. Store up nuggets of dialogue.
This is how you write.
Get a snack. Check Facebook-Instagram-Twitter-YouTube. Stare out the window. Get another snack.
This is how you write.
Create, like your Father before you. Mark this space as sacred.
This is how you write.
Also: ignore the people who say “This is how you write.”
Do it your own way.
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What else would you add to the list about how to write?


One dreary Sunday afternoon last month, when I found myself in an unaccountable funk, Daniel motioned for me to join him at the kitchen window. “I want to show you something,” he said. “You seem grumpy, and I think this will help.”
On the day I brought home a real-live copy of
Thanks to everyone who participated in our conversation about
If I were to pick a handful of words to describe this book, I’d have to go with quirky, endearing, and hopeful. And above all, charming. Which, when you come to think of it, are not exactly the words you might expect for a book that opens with an old man making plans to commit suicide. Despite the premise, this book had some delightfully humorous moments, and I had that pleasant kind of lump in my throat throughout the whole thing. I fell in love with curmudgeonly old Ove, and it was one of those books I couldn’t bear to finish because I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him yet.