“I’m letting my pen fling itself on paper like a leopard starved for blood.”
“I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.”
When you write – explode – fly apart – disintegrate! Then give time enough to think, cut, rework, and rewrite.
Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead.
Writing for me is a kind of compulsion, so I don’t think anyone could have made me do it, or prevented me from doing it.
Walking with our steady cam, our eyes scan the world. See enough, we write it down.
The more we get down, the more connections we can make — the more disparate items we can intermix the better.
Should we not lace anything, we wait. We given the brain a night’s rest so it can untangle shaggy shapes into coherent bodies of thought.
All of a sudden the ideas come without asking for them, all by…
Some of us ”sweat the night into words,” the poet Bernard Spencer wrote in his poem “Night-Time: Starting to Write.”
Morning or night, day time or lunch time, it really doesn’t matter when you write. A note, a recording, a scribble — we write it down to remember it now and for later.
Everything goes in the hopper.
The writer often feels compelled to notice and the readiness to do too much. But…
J.K. Rowling reflects on annotating the first Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.
“I wrote the book … in snatched hours, in clattering cafés or in the dead of night … The story of how I wrote Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stoneis written invisibly on every page, legible only to me. Sixteen years after it was published, the memories are as vivid as ever as I turn…
Below is an excerpt from John Irving’s 1978 novel The World According to Garp:
Garp threw away his second novel and began a second novel. Unlike Alice, Garp was a real writer—not because he wrote more beautifully than she wrote but because he knew what every artist should know: as Garp put it, “You only grow by coming to the end of something and by beginning something else.”Even if these…