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MSW's Book on Novel Writing!
Ten Strategies to Write Your Novel
(How to Write a Novel)
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Elmore Leonard's Ten Rules for writers. You don't have to agree to be amused.
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Phillip Roth and RIchard
Wright and Virginia Woolf on writing.
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Article on how authors get paid
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A funny poem by Billy Collins about workshopping.
People
don't turn themselves over to writers as full-blown literary characters–
generally they give you very little to go on and, after the impact of
the initial impression, are barely any help at all. Most people (beginning
with the novelist– himself, his family, just about everyone he knows)
are absolutely unoriginal, and his job is to make them appear otherwise.
It's not easy. If Henry was ever going to turn out to be interesting,
I was going to have to do it.
– Phillip
Roth in Zuckerman's voice in Counterlife
I don't know if Native Son is a good book or a bad book. And I don't know if the book I'm working
on now will be a good book or a bad book. And I really don't care. The
mere writing of it will be more fun and a deeper satisfaction than any
praise or blame from anybody.
--
Richard Wright, "How ‘Bigger' Was Born"
Killing
the Angel in the House
It was she who used to come between
me and my paper when I was writing reviews. It was she who bothered me
and wasted my time and so tormented me that at last I killed her. You who
come of a younger and happier generation may not have heard of her– you
may not know what I mean by the Angel in the House. I will describe her
as shortly as I can. She was intensely sympathetic. She was immensely charming.
She was utterly unselfish. She excelled in the difficult arts of family
life. She sacrificed herself daily. If there was chicken, she took the leg;
if there was a draught she sat in it–in short she was so constituted that
she never had a mind or wish of her own, but preferred to sympathize always
with the minds or wishes of others. Above all– I need not say it– she was
pure...And when I came to write I encountered her with the very first words.
The shadow of her wings fell on my page; I heard the rustling of her skirts
in the room. Directly, that is to say, I took my pen in hand to review that
novel by a famous man, she slipped behind me and whispered: "my dear, you
are a young woman. You are writing about a book that has been written by
a man. Be sympathetic; be tender; flatter; deceive; use all the arts and
wiles of our sex. Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own.
Above all, be pure." And she made as if to guide my pen. I now record the
one act for which I take some credit to myself, though the credit right
belongs to some excellent ancestors of mine who left me a certain sum of
money–shall we say five hundred pounds a year?– so that it was not necessary
for me to depend solely on charm for my living. I turned upon her and caught
her by the throat. I did my best to kill her. My excuse, if I were to be
had up in a court of law, would be that I acted in self-defence. Had I not
killed her she would have killed me. She would have plucked the heart out
of my writing.
-- Virginia
Woolf, From "Professions for Women," in The Death of the Moth and
Other Essays, (New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1970) 236-239.
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