The kids are all abuzz with the saying, “don’t be a tool” with the obligatory “bro” or “brah” or “son” perfunctorily tacked onto the end.
I say screw the kids.
Be a tool.
A lot of writers (and hopeless creatives in general) assume that their brain is the one and only thing they need to succeed. In defense of that theory, it is the source of all your ideas, the seat of your talent, and the mother of all of your ingenious invention.
But the brain is only the Dewalt cordless drill of our creative toolbox. We have tools all over us. In fact, we are made out of tools.
It would be pretty difficult to write without your hands. Sure, there are things like Dragon out there, but at the end of the day, I don’t know one writer who doesn’t rely heavily on the ten or so fingers at the ends of his arms to bring his stories to life. But do you take care of them? Are you careful about where you stick them, what your pour onto them, or what they do while you’re asleep?
Until very recently, I was a nail biter. The moment the tips of my nails got longer than 2mm, I gnawed them to bloody nubs like some deranged mental patient in an independent Canadian horror film. My fingers constantly hurt, and I’d be forced to keep band aids on them, which in turn impacted my writing.
I finally realized how stupid I was being and kicked the habit. I went to Target and bought some $3 nail hardener which also tastes like a mixture of cranberry juice cocktail and roadkill, just in case my resolve lapsed. I applied it daily and let my nails grow, only trimming them with a set of nail clippers when they looked uneven. The added bonus: my finger nails are now bright and shiny like a Disney Princess’s tiara. I am bootiful.
Suddenly, magically, my fingers don’t hurt! I can write for hours and hours without worrying about that raw cuticle I ripped into the side of my thumb. All because I took the time to take care of my hands, my tools.
That little anecdote is just one, somewhat graphic, example. You wouldn’t leave your nice expensive Craftsman table saw that you “borrowed” from your neighbor 9 months ago out in the rain, would you? Then why would do something similar to your body?
Deep down, we all have this image of these amazing writers and artists who lived the dream and created mind-blowingly brilliant work after six lines of cocaine and a fifth of Jameson. Unfortunately, this is not reality. Most of the people who lived like this crashed, and crashed hard. Think Hemingway, Capote, Thompson, Kerouac, Poe, Fitzgerald, Joyce, etc. While a few drinks may loosen your mind-muscles, a lifetime of binge drinking will not result in success unless you were born with some supernatural talent and an immune system to match.
You’ll never get to the height of your creativity if you feel like crap. It’s that simple.
If you eat something that makes you feel like shit, your writing is going to be shit. If you have no energy because you’re out of shape or haven’t been sleeping well, your writing will have no energy. If you’re feeling dejected and pathetic because you don’t believe your art is any good, your writing will deflate, curl into the fetal position, and cry all over itself.
To be great you have to work hard, and to work hard you have to feel great. It can be difficult to eat right and exercise all the time, but you have to try. Little things make a big difference. When considering that Five Guys double cheeseburger, opt for a salad from Sweet Green instead. When you’re sitting waiting for that slow ass elevator, remember that the stairs would get you there faster, and you’d feel better. When you sit down to clack away at the keyboard, these little choices will seep from your body through your fingers into your writing, and it will be better, because you are better.
You have been given an amazing set of tools. Use them and take care of them. Don’t leave them out to rust.

Drilling a pilot hole is like the first draft, and drilling the…nevermind, this analogy is going nowhere.
Tagged: advice, cake (the band), craft, craft and draft, drinking, hands, humor, i am a beautiful disney princess, nails, tools, typing, writing
I think I need some of that nail polish. Oh, and what if you have a pathological fear of lettuce?
Spinach?
Oh, please take care of those nails. Ow! You absolutely right about your art suffering if you don’t feel good physically and mentally. Very true!
It’s sort of like the old adage, “You are what you eat.”
“You write what you are.”
Right! Thanks. 🙂
yes, I agree totally! What is it with this idea that to be creative you have to be an insufferable, dysfunctional drug addict? Boring. How on earth can we possibly create good work if our bodies are falling apart around us?
I’m with you. I used to make the joke with my mandolin teacher that I’d never be a good player because my life wasn’t messed up enough.
But bully to that. There are plenty of amazing writers out there who just didn’t get public attention because they weren’t sensational enough. I’d rather be happy and successful but relatively unknown, than go down in a blaze of glory 🙂
I hear you 🙂 I would too!
It also helps if you don’t injure yourself often.
I’m not so sure; you get a lot of down time to write while you’re recovering 🙂
This is absolutely right! I did notice that when I was working out and had a better sleeping pattern, I could write better and even THINK better, but when I let it all go and messed it up, everything went down a steep hill.
Thanks for the encouraging piece! ^_^
It makes a world of difference. I’ve an avid runner (despite bad knees and myriad other old injuries) and when I don’t run, I feel worse than when I do run. Glad I could offer some support!
My excuse for not writing used to be, “I’m no good as a writer because I’m not miserable enough…” Then I realized I was no good as a writer because I didn’t write! The brain (mind) can be your worst enemy or your sweetest asset.
Very well said. In college, I thought the same thing, and I’d only write when I had to for class. Once you turn that corner and become friends with your brain, the world is your proverbial oyster.
Confession: The past years I have totally missed out on a lot of things in life because of poor eating and lack of exercise. The NO energy and bad sleeping keeps a person from really living to the fullest. Now that I have finally decided to make a change…I am really enjoying my life again. Learning things about myself that I forgot..like loving to write. So many things still left to do though…it will take time and more hard work…but I WILL get there. Great thoughts and reminders.. Ty for sharing them.
I’m so glad you’re able to enjoy life more now. The lifestyle that goes with mainstream American culture is anything but healthy. It is work to find good, healthy food and make an effort to be fit, but that works pays dividends beyond what you can imagine.
Keep at it; you’ll be so much happier when you see the results.
You had me at Five Guys! Now I need a goopy mess of a double cheeseburger with onions and jalapeños. And don’t skimp on the fries. If only they made milkshakes too.
Man, the last time I ate Five Guys was in 2006, right before a trip to Europe. Worst. Decision. Ever.
Haven’t been back since. I can’t justify taste over gastrointestinal discomfort!
Thank you -Your post has made me realize that I have been abusing my tools and I need to knock that off and get serious. Not too serious, however 😉
Never too serious. Just serious enough.
Very inspiring. Thanks!
You’re very welcome!