I have a structured songwriting process. I start with the music and try to come up with musical ideas, then the melody, then the hook, and the lyrics come last.
Every writer with half a brain knows to surround himself or herself with editors who are smarter, far more articulate and infinitely better looking.
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.
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.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
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.
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.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
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.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
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 one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.

























