“Writers have big egos. That’s the only way you continue in the face of all those rejection slips. You’ve got a thick skin and you don’t bleed maybe as much because of it. When somebody sends back a story and says, “I’m sending this back because the characterization seems wrong to me and it seems like you’ve gone off the rails at Points A and B,” you file the rejection slip….
You read the rejections, the personal letters that explain why they didn’t take the story, although they might say something good about it and part of you inside says, “Well, they were wrong.” Also, if you read a lot of stuff and you know in your heart that you write better than some of the crap that comes out you say, “Well, if I’m doing better than this and this is published, then it’s just a question of continuing to flog the things around until they find a home.”—Stephen King (via writingquotes)
“Too many young girls don’t know how to act when someone’s being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off. Don’t do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves - be a bitch. If someone’s being disrespectful to you, be disrespectful right back. Show them the same amount of respect that they show you.”—Wise words from my mom (via ecartum)
At almost every family function I attend it is a given that at least three relatives will approach me, merely to make conversation, and politely ask about my writing before mentioning that they’re impressed that somebody my age could commit to writing a novel. I always smile and shrug and say, “Thanks,” before giving them a one sentence summary of what I do and what I’m writing, so I don’t have to deal with their transparent disinterest and they can go off and hammer four to eight beers. It’s the equivalent of a carpenter laboring over a job site in the hot sun for twelve hours a day and, when asked about their work, summing it up to, “Oh, I built a house.”
“I like the curve of a ballerina’s foot. I like when boys are passionate about something and care about their mothers. I like poems about coffee and fucking and love. I like when I’m on the highway and I make eye contact with the person speeding next to me. I like when I’m in the city and I see someone taking pictures of skyscrapers; with their necks arched back and their eyes lost in the view and their mind on something wondrous. I like drinking wine with friends and vodka with strangers. I like when my heart feels full even if my wallet is empty. I like when people hold my hand or lift me up. I like when someone offers me something- anything…Their advice, to pay, their love, a hit. It’s a good feeling to be excited for the future and proud of your past. To speak to someone new and genuinely impress them. To leave something better than it was before. To be charming just by being yourself.”—(via e-ndorphins)
“One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.”—Annie Dillard, The Writing Life (via dduane)