Paint. Or draw. Keep exercising other creative muscles.
Let it sleep. Whatever you are working on, sleep on it. Then wake up, stretch, drink coffee, read, and look again. Rewrite. Take out every other sentence.
Then take out every other sentence again. Or something like that.
My friend Sanket didn’t want to go to grad school after we graduated. He had another plan. Let’s go to Thailand, he said. And become monks in a Buddhist monastery for a year. We can date Thai women whenever we aren’t begging for food, he said. It will be great and we’ll get life experience.
It sounded good to me.
But then he got accepted to the University of Wisconsin and got a PhD. Now he lives in India and works for Oracle. And as for me, I don’t know what the hell happened to me. 
