I’ve Tried Writing And The Sentences Come

One Aspect Of Serendipity To Bear In Mind Is That You Have To Be Looking For Something In Order To Find Something Else.

I Wanted A Drink. There Were A Hundred Reasons Why A Man Will Want A Drink, But I Wanted One Now For The Most Elementary Reason Of All. I Didn't Want To Feel What I Was Feeling, And A Voice Within Was Telling Me That I Needed A Drink, That I Couldn't Bear It Without It. But That Voice Is A Liar. You Can Always Bear The Pain. It'll Hurt, It'll Burn Like Acid In An Open Wound, But You Can Stand It. And, As Long As You Can Make Yourself Go On Choosing The Pain Over The Relief, You Can Keep Going.

I Never Know What I'm Going To Write Next, And When I Think I Do I Usually Turn Out To Be Mistaken.

The Less Attention I Pay To What People Want And The More Attention I Pay To Just Writing The Book I Want To Write, The Better I Do.

One Thing That Helps Is To Give Myself Permission To Write Badly. I Tell Myself That I'm Going To Do My Five Or 10 Pages No Matter What, And That I Can Always Tear Them Up The Following Morning If I Want. I'll Have Lost Nothing-writing And Tearing Up Five Pages Would Leave Me No Further Behind Than If I Took The Day Off.