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A Writer Of Fiction Lives In Fear. Each New Day Demands New Ideas And He Can Never Be Sure Whether He Is Going To Come Up With Them Or Not.

You Seemed So Far Away," Miss Honey Whispered, Awestruck. "oh, I Was. I Was Flying Past The Stars On Silver Wings," Matilda Said. "it Was Wonderful.

By The Time I Am Nearing The End Of A Story, The First Part Will Have Been Reread And Altered And Corrected At Least One Hundred And Fifty Times. I Am Suspicious Of Both Facility And Speed. Good Writing Is Essentially Rewriting. I Am Positive Of This.

I Think I Have This Thing Where Everybody Has To Think I'm The Greatest.and If They Aren't Completely Knocked Out And Dazzled And Slightly Intimidated By Me, I Don't Feel Good About Myself.

Bunkum And Tummyrot! You'll Never Get Anywhere If You Go About What-iffing Like That. Would Columbus Have Discovered America If He'd Said 'what If I Sink On The Way Over? What If I Meet Pirates? What If I Never Come Back?' He Wouldn't Even Have Started.