Onward, Fiction Soldiers!
This blog languished this semester while I taught fiction and forged through another workshop and a composition pedagogy class. But here is what I learned: 315 more words
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
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Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter’s honor.
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One of the most rewarding things about reading books is that eventually they start talking with one another. At first, a story stands on its own merits, but then comparisons begin forming of their own accord. 432 more words
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From Tom the Dancing Bug.
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I was learning from the painting of Cezanne that made writing simple true sentences far from enough to make the stories have the dimensions that I was trying to put in them. 332 more words
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Earlier this week, someone in a writers group I attend asked me where do I get the ideas I write about. My answer was a paraphrase of something Hemingway wrote to Fitzgerald. 66 more words
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