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The coolest ghostwriting blog on the planet.
Interesting. However, none of my writers works for free. And you don’t work for free, either. Can’t help you. Michael McKown Read More...
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There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
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.”
Every writer with half a brain knows to surround himself or herself with editors who are smarter, far more articulate and infinitely better looking.
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 has laws of perspective, of light and shade, just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
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.
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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 get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
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.


























