Writing
Thursday, 22nd June
People who are not writers often imagine that writing comes to the writer like an inspired utterance of the Gods; a medium chanelling some great unknown force. I always tell such people that actually, most of the time, writing is like sweating blood. Writing rarely flows, it has to be constructed.
However, since the discovery of this novel inside me, my writing has become like the dream. I am having to carry a notebook around all the time because sentences, ideas, dialogue is jumping out of my head left, right and centre. Last night I wrote until 2 a.m. I just couldn't stop.
How wonderful - I am living the dream.
People who are not writers often imagine that writing comes to the writer like an inspired utterance of the Gods; a medium chanelling some great unknown force. I always tell such people that actually, most of the time, writing is like sweating blood. Writing rarely flows, it has to be constructed.
However, since the discovery of this novel inside me, my writing has become like the dream. I am having to carry a notebook around all the time because sentences, ideas, dialogue is jumping out of my head left, right and centre. Last night I wrote until 2 a.m. I just couldn't stop.
How wonderful - I am living the dream.
posted by Brina Katz at 4:15 PM
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