
Every now and then we get a tip for services well rendered. Today, this arrived in the hands of our chief writer from one of our Read More...
He promptly notified me and I asked him to send me half. We are, after all, partners. :)
Sweet!
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
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.
Do you know what a playwright is? A playwright is someone who lets his guts hang out on the stage.
To me, movies and music go hand in hand. When I’m writing a script, one of the first things I do is find the music I’m going to play for the opening sequence.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
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.
The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.
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.
When writing a novel, that’s pretty much entirely what life turns into: “House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1,500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.”
Thank your readers and the critics who praise you, and then ignore them. Write for the most intelligent, wittiest, wisest audience in the universe: Write to please yourself.
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
The fact is, I don’t know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn’t collapse when you beat your head against it.

























