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:
A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.
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.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
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.
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.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.
Ever heard of a carpenter not going to work because he has “carpenter’s block”? If a writer can’t write, it’s because he doesn’t really want to, he isn’t ready to get it on paper or he’s just plain lazy.
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.
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.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
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.
If you haven’t got an idea, start a story anyway. You can always throw it away, and maybe by the time you get to the fourth page you will have an idea, and you’ll only have to throw away the first three pages.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.
A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.