It happened again. I received a call from an older fellow in Hawaii. I’m not sure why he called me, but he had a deal with Read More...
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.”
Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.
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.
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.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
Critics are people who sit on the mountaintop and look down on the battlefield. When the fighting is finished, they take it upon themselves to come down from the mountain and shoot the survivors.
Thank your readers and the critics who praise you, and then ignore them. Write for the most intelligent, wittiest, wisest audience in the universe: Write to please yourself.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
Reading and weeping opens the door to one’s heart, but writing and weeping opens the window to one’s soul.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
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.
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.
The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.
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.
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
























