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:
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.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
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.
Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any.
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 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.
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.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.