I wrote for nearly six hours. When I stopped, the dark mood, as if by magic, had folded its cloak and gone away.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.
I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn't poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do.
Writers are often alone when they work. Hours pass in silence as one long moment; light fades as day turns back to face the coming night.
When you're writing, you're in a totally different zone... I can start a difficult poem and look up at the clock and see to my astonishment that three hours have passed.
I write best late at night, when everyone in the house has gone to bed. There's something magical about that late night silence that appeals to me.
At night I can write for hours.
I've always had a little bit of darkness, and I've always been someone who was grieving. I had kind of had a tumultuous upbringing living in an abusive home, so for me, writing has always been a point of catharsis.
I need quiet and solitude to work. Darkness is best. If I am wide awake, I can't write.
I write books that will make 10 or 12 hours disappear, and hopefully they'll resonate with you for a few days, where you'll remember the characters and the story. That suits me fine; I am happy with that.
I write for three or four hours and then hopefully I'll have something. Then I draw for the rest of the afternoon... I literally block out Wednesday-Thursday-Friday - I more or less disappear.