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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.
Every writer with half a brain knows to surround himself or herself with editors who are smarter, far more articulate and infinitely better looking.
I haven’t got 10 rules that guarantee success, though I promise I’d share them if I did. The truth is that I found success by stumbling off alone in a direction most people thought was a dead end, breaking all the 1990s shibboleths about children’s books in the process.
Editor: A person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
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.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
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.
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.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.

























