If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
To me, movies and music go hand in hand. When I’m writing a script, one of the first things I do is find the music I’m going to play for the opening sequence.
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.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
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.
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.”
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.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
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.
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 get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
Keep a small can of WD-40 on your desk — away from any open flames — to remind yourself that if you don’t write daily, you will get rusty.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.

























