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:
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.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.
If the sex scene doesn’t make you want to do it — whatever it is they’re doing — it hasn’t been written right.
Do not place a photograph of your favorite author on your desk, especially if the author is one of the famous ones who committed suicide.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
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.
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.
I have a structured songwriting process. I start with the music and try to come up with musical ideas, then the melody, then the hook, and the lyrics come last.
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.
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
Do you know what a playwright is? A playwright is someone who lets his guts hang out on the stage.
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.
Every writer with half a brain knows to surround himself or herself with editors who are smarter, far more articulate and infinitely better looking.
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.
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.