From an article on The Awl by Jim Behrle:
1. MOVE OUT OF BROOKLYN
I know not every novelist in America lives in Brooklyn, it just seems that way. There are a million stories on the L Train, and they’re all basically about dorky people doing dorky things…. And while Brooklyn might be a great place for other artists, poets and painters to live and interact and steal from each other, all your sad little Brooklyn novels end up sounding about the same. Novelists in packs are like Smurfs, except drunk and bitter.
Also, stop writing in Starbucks, stop writing about adultery, and stay off the Internet: “There’s nothing so very important happening on the internet that won’t be happening next week. Or that you will remember next week.”