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:
No writer has ever yet been known to hang himself as long as he had another chapter left.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
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.
I do not over-intellectualize the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.
The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.
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.
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.
My aim is to put down what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way I can tell it.
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.
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.”
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.


























