I found this in the August 2nd, 2019, New York Times. Fun reading…if you’re not suffering from reader’s block:
I found this in the August 2nd, 2019, New York Times. Fun reading…if you’re not suffering from reader’s block:
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.
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.
Books aren’t written, they’re rewritten. Including your own. It is one of the hardest things to accept, especially after the seventh rewrite hasn’t quite done it.
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.
Do you know what a playwright is? A playwright is someone who lets his guts hang out on the stage.
In Hollywood, the woods are full of people that learned to write but evidently can’t read. If they could read their stuff, they’d stop writing.
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
It is only natural to pattern yourself after someone. But you can’t just copy someone. If you like someone’s work, the important thing is to be exposed to everything that person has been exposed to.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
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.
It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil, trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.