There is a stereotype out there about writers. They’re talented and frustrated and hit the bottle way too often. Maybe the reason some talented writers are frustrated and drink to excess is because of what they’re asked to write. Example:
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.
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.
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
There are three primal urges in human beings: Food, sex, and rewriting someone else’s play.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
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.
Every writer with half a brain knows to surround himself or herself with editors who are smarter, far more articulate and infinitely better looking.
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.
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 fact is, I don’t know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn’t collapse when you beat your head against it.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
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.