December 14, 2003

Ann Patchett on writing:

“The novel in my imagination travels with me like a small lavender moth making loopy circles around my head. . . . [Sitting down to write it is like] grabbing my little friend (crushing its wings slightly in my thick hand), holding it down on a cork board and running it through with a pin.”

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  1. MIsteak Says:

    Mine is the literary earwig that crawls into my ears and lodges itself in my brain until I expel it through my pen or keyboard. Annoying little ****er.


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