I'm basically a writer of ideas, and the English aren't interested in ideas. The English, I'm afraid, are totally brainless.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have reached the point where I know that as long as I sit down to write, the ideas will come. What they will be, I don't know.
Unless I'm really uneasy with what I'm writing, I lose interest very quickly.
English, as a subject, never really got over its upstart nature. It tries to bulk itself up with hopeless jargon and specious complexity, tries to imitate subjects it can never be.
I have a handicap in that English is not my first language. So even though I'm a writer, I don't write anymore because it's just harder in English.
I think 90% of my ideas evaporate because I have a terrible memory and because I seem to be committed to not scribble anything down. As soon as I write it down, my mind rejects it.
What it takes is to actually write: not to think about it, not to imagine it, not to talk about it, but to actually want to sit down and write. I'm lucky I learned that habit a really long time ago. I credit my mother with that. She was an English teacher, but she was a writer.
When I sit down to write, I don't think about writing about an idea or a given message. I just try to write a story which is hard enough.
Ideas sometimes come from nowhere, and sometimes they take lots of thinking.
My 'work' is about seeing not about ideas.
I'm a novelist, so I can't write about ideas unless they're attached to people.