I came across this today and broke up laughing. These are seriously clever! Thanks to the Washington Post. I wasn’t aware of their neologism contest, but I am now! Read and enjoy. Pass it along.

There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
If you haven’t got an idea, start a story anyway. You can always throw it away, and maybe by the time you get to the fourth page you will have an idea, and you’ll only have to throw away the first three pages.
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.
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.
A true author, no matter the medium, is an artist with godlike knowledge of his subject, and the proof of his authorship is that his pages smack of authority.
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.
I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has just put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or banana split.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
























