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You may be able to take a break from writing, but you won’t be able to take a break from being a writer.
Critics are people who sit on the mountaintop and look down on the battlefield. When the fighting is finished, they take it upon themselves to come down from the mountain and shoot the survivors.
Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
Do not place a photograph of your favorite author on your desk, especially if the author is one of the famous ones who committed suicide.
In Hollywood, the woods are full of people that learned to write but evidently can’t read. If they could read their stuff, they’d stop writing.
Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
The reason 99% of all stories written are not bought by editors is very simple. Editors never buy manuscripts that are left on the closet shelf at home.
Ever heard of a carpenter not going to work because he has “carpenter’s block”? If a writer can’t write, it’s because he doesn’t really want to, he isn’t ready to get it on paper or he’s just plain lazy.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
I write the last line, and then I write the line before that. I find myself writing backwards for a while, until I have a solid sense of how that ending sounds and feels. You have to know what your voice sounds like at the end of the story, because it tells you how to sound when you begin.
I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has just put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or banana split.
























