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Anecdotes don’t make good stories. Generally, I dig down underneath them so far that the story that finally comes out is not what people thought their anecdotes were about.
Do you know what a playwright is? A playwright is someone who lets his guts hang out on the stage.
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.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
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.
My aim is to put down what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way I can tell it.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
Substitute “damn” every time you’re inclined to write “very”; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.
If you haven’t got an idea, start a story anyway. You can always throw it away, and maybe by the time you get to the fourth page you will have an idea, and you’ll only have to throw away the first three pages.
It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil, trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.
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.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
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.

























