Fiction must convince our bodies for it to have any chance of convincing our minds.

We should be told: Write fast, write close to the bone, write for ten hours straight until you’re not thinking in words anymore, but in colors, in smells, in waves of memory. Right what you...

Plot joined the expedition unwooed, as a necessary companion. It was not the scout. The scout was a certain mood. I followed that mood, and let the shape of the story flow from that.

An unhurried sense of time is in itself a form of wealth.

Every day I must prove to myself I am a writer. The knowledge goes away in my sleep. What I wrote yesterday was paltry, meager, so flawed it is barely anything. Or, if it is...

Daily life is always extraordinary when rendered precisely. We can unlock our lives with a pencil tip.