There is a stereotype out there about writers. They’re talented and frustrated and hit the bottle way too often. Maybe the reason some talented writers are frustrated and drink to excess is because of what they’re asked to write. Example:

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.
Every writer with half a brain knows to surround himself or herself with editors who are smarter, far more articulate and infinitely better looking.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
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.
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.”
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.

























