I have written some of the clumsiest, most clogged-yet-vagrant, hobbledehoyish, hitch-slipping sentences ever conceived by the human mind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Cliches and adjectives permeated my prose.
Writing is a marvelous adventure and very labor-intensive: those words run away and try to escape. They are very difficult to capture.
Writing is a way of drifting within my own mind: almost a solitary process, so to speak.
I've never written anything that hasn't been in my mind for a long time - seven or eight years.
Whatever I'm writing comes organically out of my life.
If something pops in my mind and it's easy, I write it.
I write as if I were drunk. It is a process of intuition rather than placing myself above my story like a puppeteer pulling strings. For me, it's a scary, chaotic process over which I have little control. Words demand other words, characters resist me.
It's unimaginable to me that I wouldn't write, but it's very imaginable that I won't write for a little while.
I've been writing, in one way or another, for as long as I can remember.
Our admiration of fine writing will always be in proportion to its real difficulty and its apparent ease.
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