From H. L. Mencken
“The art of writing, like the art of love, runs all the way from a kind of routine hard to distinguish from piling bricks to a kind of frenzy closely related to delirium tremens.”
“The art of writing, like the art of love, runs all the way from a kind of routine hard to distinguish from piling bricks to a kind of frenzy closely related to delirium tremens.”
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March 4th, 2008 at 4:53 am
Indeed. Sometimes the words flow as if I’m inspired. At other times I have to drag them kicking and screaming onto the page (with lots of muttering and staring at a blank-ish screen/ sheet of paper in between).
>^..^
March 4th, 2008 at 5:36 am
Must admit, the story I’m working on seems to have bricklaying qualities to it… but I’m hoping that it’ll turn delirious any moment now!
March 4th, 2008 at 10:36 am
I keep hoping for deliriousness. But actually so long as there’s steady flow to the words, I am pleased. And so far . . . so good.
Di
March 4th, 2008 at 2:33 pm
Oh, I’m doing terribly today! Just a hundred or so words added. Although I *am* editing…
Somebody tell me that’s okay!
March 4th, 2008 at 3:28 pm
I have been holding his story inside for so many years, it is bursting out faster han I can write it. Portia, it’s okay.
March 4th, 2008 at 8:07 pm
That’s great, Portia.
Can someone tell me why I never want to actually work on the book I’m supposed to be working on?
March 5th, 2008 at 2:58 am
I think that’s Sod’s Law of writing, Feisty! :0