Writing inspiration: There are various ways to be inspired. This cartoon, “Shoe,” was published on June 10, 2024. Cosmo Read More...
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.
You may be able to take a break from writing, but you won’t be able to take a break from being a writer.
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
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.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
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.
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.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
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.
My own experience is that once a story has been written, one has to cross out the beginning and the end. It is there that we authors do most of our lying.
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.
Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.

























