tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972120889629675714.post952215742593186553..comments2024-02-25T05:24:24.948-05:00Comments on Beyond Easy: rusty chain word writePatrick Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02410016566636603639noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972120889629675714.post-42811217567348710912012-11-08T01:49:54.230-05:002012-11-08T01:49:54.230-05:00I was recently told that Tom Robbins only writes o...I was recently told that Tom Robbins only writes one (1) page a day. Keep doing it, even if you can only do it slow.Patrick Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02410016566636603639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972120889629675714.post-28760909821168237432012-11-08T01:48:23.470-05:002012-11-08T01:48:23.470-05:00I love this. I've read it before -- and the pa...I <i>love</i> this. I've read it before -- and the part you excerpted it's so similar to something Orwell said that for a while I wondered if one or the other had been misquoted.Patrick Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02410016566636603639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972120889629675714.post-49839501805388074382012-10-26T02:41:40.898-04:002012-10-26T02:41:40.898-04:00I just recently moved several hundred miles away f...I just recently moved several hundred miles away from my (now former) home. In a sudden fit, about 2 days before the move, I thought up a quick little intro to a short story, a medium I haven't worked with in YEARS. Thankfully I carry a pocket notebook with me, I flipped it open and that little intro grew, filling several pages of the notebook. It was a great feeling!<br /><br />Today, with most of the stuff unpacked, I opened my notebook and started transcribing my words to the cold, white, unrelenting page on the computer screen. My fortuitous burst of information, transcribed to cold digital words, came to two paragraphs.<br /><br />Uhhhg.<br /><br />The moral is that I need to print smaller in these little mini-notebooks, I guess.Ivan T. W.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07864445965228639180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972120889629675714.post-10867353997155344592012-10-25T11:24:13.998-04:002012-10-25T11:24:13.998-04:00For some reason this reminds me a bit of a Faulkne...For some reason this reminds me a bit of a Faulkner interview I read just yesterday:<br />http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/4954/the-art-of-fiction-no-12-william-faulkner<br /><br />One highlight among many:<br />Q: Is there any possible formula to follow in order to be a good novelist?<br />A: Ninety-nine percent talent . . . ninety-nine percent discipline . . . ninety-nine percent work. He must never be satisfied with what he does. It never is as good as it can be done. Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.The Kenosha Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10084563046957540334noreply@blogger.com