Sit at the typewriter from from 8a until 10a or so. Go to the public bathrooms in Tompkins Square Park and have intercourse with six or eight strangers. Return home. Write for two more hours. Go to another park, and another bathroom, and do more of the anonymous nasty. Return home. Write a bit more, and then another soiree in a park. Stop for groceries, cook your wife dinner, and then another walk/sex session.
That's the kind of how-to you can't get at a writers conference. But it is how sci-fi legend Samuel Delany, author of Dhalgren, Nova, Hogg and and The Einstein Intersection described his pre-AIDS ritual in the Tribeca fest film The Polymath, or the Life and Opinions of Samuel R. Delany. Fred Barney Taylor's film, though relying a bit too heavily on Delany's talking head, gives a pretty good sense of what it is to be a gay, black, avant-garde, over-the-top-genius genre writer.
