"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art.
Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so
great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour
is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Favorite Quotes About Writing




All-Time Favorite Quotes About Writing




“READING AND WRITING, LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE, IMPROVE WITH PRACTICE. AND, OF COURSE, IF THERE ARE NO YOUNG READERS AND WRITERS, THERE WILL SHORTLY BE NO OLDER ONES. LITERACY WILL BE DEAD, AND DEMOCRACY–WHICH MANY BELIEVE GOES HAND IN HAND WITH IT–WILL BE DEAD AS WELL.”

-MARGARET ATWOOD







“THE ART OF WRITING IS THE ART OF DISCOVERING WHAT YOU BELIEVE.”

-GUSTAVE FLAUBERT







“WRITING IS AN EXPLORATION. YOU START FROM NOTHING AND LEARN AS YOU GO.”

-E.L. DOCTOROW








“TO ME, THE GREATEST PLEASURE OF WRITING IS NOT WHAT IT’S ABOUT, BUT THE INNER MUSIC THAT WORDS MAKE.”

-TRUMAN CAPOTE






“TWO HOURS OF WRITING FICTION LEAVES THIS WRITER COMPLETELY DRAINED. FOR THESE TWO HOURS HE HAS BEEN IN A DIFFERENT PLACE WITH TOTALLY DIFFERENT PEOPLE.”

-ROALD DAHL








“WRITING, TO ME, IS SIMPLY THINKING THROUGH MY FINGERS.”

-ISAAC ASIMOV










“WRITING IS AN EXTREME PRIVILEGE BUT IT’S ALSO A GIFT. IT’S A GIFT TO YOURSELF AND IT’S A GIFT OF GIVING A STORY TO SOMEONE.”

-AMY TAN








“THE MOST DIFFICULT AND COMPLICATED PART OF THE WRITING PROCESS IS THE BEGINNING.”

-A.B. YEHOSHUA








“I BELIEVE THAT WRITING IS DERIVATIVE. I THINK GOOD WRITING COMES FROM GOOD READING.”

-CHARLES KURALT









“WHETHER YOU’RE KEEPING A JOURNAL OR WRITING AS A MEDITATION, IT’S THE SAME THING. WHAT’S IMPORTANT IS THAT YOU’RE HAVING A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR MIND.”

-NATALIE GOLDBERG








“YOUR WRITING VOICE IS THE DEEPEST POSSIBLE REFLECTION OF WHO YOU ARE. THE JOB OF YOUR VOICE IS NOT TO SEDUCE OR FLATTER OR MAKE WELL-SHAPED SENTENCES. IN YOUR VOICE, YOUR READERS SHOULD BE ABLE TO HEAR THE CONTENTS OF YOUR MIND, YOUR HEART, YOUR SOUL.”

-MEG ROSOFF












Saturday, April 4, 2015

R.E. Slater - And There Was No Dawn (poem)




And There Was No Dawn
by R.E. Slater



In the black of morn gay songbirds sang,
alongside warbling robins chirping “Cheer-Cheer-rio’s”,
the spring woodthrushes clucked “Twala-la-dees,”
echoing woodland grouse thumping plumping breasts.

Upon my ear dark greenwoods flew awake
by their one’s and two’s and three’s, til’
fair woods burst its blackened bounds
echoing O echoing sweet heavenly rings.

Chilled the air, and frosty the grounds, were
upon the deep darks that closed my bounds,
as anon did I go a wandering its glistens
gloriously listening sweet heavenly visions.

Yet the heralded dawn would not come,
as deep darkness held fast the steadfast sun,
as I, and woodlawn, held our gaze
along shadowy lands its nary haze.

At once I knew this darkened world
was withholden its light upon its stays,
as earth revolved and day turned night
benighting the lands of the midnight sun.

Once filling with warming light from above
each ray singing gay morning fast awake,
but not this day, nor tomorrow’s dawn,
All ruined, all lost, this darkening day.

Both land and beast, slumbering hawk and fowl,
knew not whence this source of withering chill,
that closed the eyes of an unseeing world
withholding gay songs upon its beating breast.

And there was no dawn this day of days,
and there was no sun greeting mankind’s ways,
to darkly lay morn's bounds upon the ground
denying gay haunts across fair paschal lands.

As I, and earth, felt our way upon fey paths,
across the deep darks awakening its evil,
believing goodness came when fast asleep,
but it did not come these wastelands of hate.


- R.E. Slater
April 2-5, 9, 2015; Aug 27, 2015; Jun 1, 2020;
“you made me see the stars above”

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