Meeting writers is always so disappointing. I got over wanting to meet live writers quite a long time ago. There is this terrific book that has changed your life, and then you meet the author, and he has shifty eyes and funny shoes and he won’t talk about anything except the injustice of the United States income tax structure toward people with fluctuating income, or how to breed Black Angus cows, or something.
A writer is someone who, needing nothing and no one, wants everything and everyone.
There’s nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself.” Professor Piper
It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can’t breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe!
Writing is talking, except you get the chance to edit what you just said
Paradise of Lailah Gifty Akita is reading, wondering and writing.
The novelist is condemned to wander all his life. Homeless and blind like Oedipus he wanders until death. And so let us protect the novelist and adore him, with pity, honor, and love.
Climax: It’s all downhill from here.
When sitting down to write a letter, it always pays to calm one’s mood, collect one’s thoughts, and have a plan.