All The Elements Of Good Writing Depend

I Work Really Long Days And I Work Seven Day Weeks.

I Can No More Reread My Own Books Than I Can Watch Old Home Movies Or Look At Snapshots Of Myself As A Child. I Wind Up Sitting On The Floor, Paralyzed By Grief And Nostalgia.

Like Seeing A Photograph Of Yourself As A Child, Encountering Handwriting That You Know Was Once Yours But That Now Seems Only Dimly Familiar Can Inspire A Confrontation With The Mystery Of Time.

If Things Are Going Well I Can Easily Spend Twelve Hours A Day Writing, But Not Writing Writing, Just Thinking And Revising And Taking A Comma Out And Putting It Back In.

I Went Through College In The 1960s Without Having Any Idea That I Was Going To Have To Make A Living. When I Graduated In 1968 It Was Quite A Shock To Find Out That There Was A World Out There And That It Wasnt Going To Support Me.