If I’m really stuck, I go back to longhand. There’s something about the privacy and the immediacy of it that seems to help. When you’re writing longhand, your attention is on the sentence—you’re not looking at the full page. The remove between the keyboard and the screen can hamper me and mess me up. The trick is to will yourself into the hypnotic state where you believe your own language and your own story. You have to pare out distractions, especially the vast banality of the Internet, which I find lethal to fiction writing. Fiction is so much harder and scarier to write than nonfiction. It requires an enormous amount of concentration and faith to carve out that little bit of space into which you can insert a world that feels real.via newyorker.com
From a wonderful snippet of interview with Wells Tower, who goes both ways — fiction and non. I very much like this too: I have a nonfiction desk and a fiction desk, and I’ve deliberately not gotten wireless Internet. In order to go online, I have to go over to the nonfiction desk. Read more http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2009/04/the-tool-box-we.html#ixzz…
We are all children at his feet
Quite a bit larger than it looks. This makes me giddily happy.