The First Thing Is How Awful Cancer

Use Original Detail In Your Writing. Life Is So Rich, If You Can Write Down The Real Details Of The Way Things Were And Are, You Hardly Need Anything Else.

Life Is Not Orderly. No Matter How We Try To Make Life So, Right In The Middle Of It We Die, Lose A Leg, Fall In Love, Drop A Jar Of Applesauce. In Summer, We Work Hard To Make A Tidy Garden, Bordered By Pansies With Rows Or Clumps Of Columbine, Petunias, Bleeding Hearts. Then We Find Ourselves Longing For The Forest, Where Everything Has The Appearance Of Disorder; Yet We Feel Peaceful There.

You'll Lose Your Reader If You Are Vague, Not Clear, And Not Present. We Love Details, Personal Connections, Stories.

I Don't Know Anything But Writing Practice, And So What I Really Do Is Direct That Energy As If It Were Flowing Down A River.

I Often Wonder If All The Writers Who Are Alcoholics Drink A Lot Because They Aren't Writing. It Is Not Because They Are Writers That They Are Drinking, But Because They Are Writers Who Are Not Writing.