I Don't Believe, In The End, That

We All Have An Ongoing Narrative Inside Our Heads, The Narrative That Is Spoken Aloud If A Friend Asks A Question. That Narrative Feels Deeply Natural To Me. We Also Hang On To Scraps Of Dialogue. Our Memories Don’t Usually Serve Us Up Whole Scenes Complete With Dialogue. So I Suppose I’m Saying That I Like To Work From What A Character Is Likely To Remember, From A More Interior Place.

I Don't Believe, In The End, That There Is Any Such Thing As No Style. Even A Very Neutral, Plain Style, One That Doesn't Use Colloquialisms, Lyrical Flourishes, Heavy Supplies Of Metaphor, Etc., Is A Style, And It Becomes A Writer's Characteristic Style Just As Much As A Thicker, Richer Deployment Of Idiom And Vocabulary.

I Think The Close Work I Do As A Translator Pays Off In My Writing - I'm Always Searching For Multiple Ways To Say Things.

That's The Interesting Thing About Writing. You Can Start Late, You Can Be Ignorant Of Things, And Yet, If You Work Hard And Pay Attention You Can Do A Good Job Of It.

Part Of My Mind Is Working On How To End The Thing While I'm Going On. You Need At Least Two Brains To Write.