Bonnie Friedman

The only way [the book can be written] is to set the unbook-the gilt-framed portrait of the book-right there on the altar and sacrifice it, truly sacrifice it. Only then may the book, the real live flawed finite book, slowly, sentence by carnal sentence, appear.

“The only way [the book can be written] is to set the unbook-the gilt-framed portrait of the book-right there on the altar and sacrifice it, … Read More

We are constantly telling ourselves what we most want to know, and at the same time are deaf to it. Why does envy have such a fierce bite? Why do we fall silent or get worried just as our story is about to spring out of our control and into its own life? Whose shadow falls across the page?

“We are constantly telling ourselves what we most want to know, and at the same time are deaf to it. Why does envy have such … Read More

I spent the morning smashing fliesI killed one fly against the doorjamb. Another I stalked into the kitchen…A third fly wavered by the kitchen window. When I swatted, a wild ferocious swing, a whole trembling crowd shot from the window like pebbles from a blunderbuss, then settled back. My heart pounded. I felt flushed with disgust and irritation. Why must I always have such obstacles to my writing?

“I spent the morning smashing fliesI killed one fly against the doorjamb. Another I stalked into the kitchen…A third fly wavered by the kitchen window. … Read More

Successful writers are not the ones who write the best sentences. They are the ones who keep writing. They are the ones who discover what is most important and strangest and most pleasurable in themselves, and keep believing in the value of their work, despite the difficulties.

“Successful writers are not the ones who write the best sentences. They are the ones who keep writing. They are the ones who discover what … Read More