Commit the crime of Common.
Indulge in the sin of “It’s been done before”.
Revel in the joy of “tale as old as time”.
Feast on the popular tropes and the “obvious” combinations and flood the tags with it.
Break the rules beneath your feet like chaff, and throw off the weight of “Uninspired” uttered by those who don’t know the terror of sharing one’s soul like this.
Describe that lace in exacting detail if the desire to do so moves your pen across the page.
Summarize the event you had been building to for months with a few sentences and be done with it.
Claw the messy depths of rage and sex and love and squeeze them between your fingers until the sensations make you sick.
End a story on a cliffhanger because you told the tale exactly how you needed to.
Leave loose ends on the floor to sprout on their own or wither and die. You do not owe them your time when you cut your ideas before a live audience.
Let the B plot became the A plot.
Write something people predict easily.
Dangle the C plot like a cat toy and chuck it off the cliff when it becomes a problem.
Turn rude comments into blackout poetry and make them prizes.
Make your characters Mary Sues and then block people who call them that derisively.
Write yourself into the story so blatantly your bestie cannot comfortably read the sex scenes with you in the room.
Do not let the boorish caterwauling of cravens tell you different.
The value of your creations are not determined by how well you followed the rules, or how unique they were. They will never be for everyone - even the most beloved of all media sours between someone’s teeth.
You don’t have to change the world with your story, but don’t let the world change your story either.