Autumn writing desk where I wrote much of my second novel which is finally finished after three and a half years. I set out to write a rather short book about an ex-pat writer in Paris and have come in under 50k words. #writinglife#desk
I’ve always written by hand. Mostly with a fountain pen...always in notebooks. I have a particular fetish for notebooks with quadrille lines—the little squares.
I think of the notebook as a house for words, as a secret place for thought & self-examination.
~ Paul Auster
Work on a good piece of writing proceeds on three levels: a musical one, where it is composed; an architectural one, where it is constructed; and finally, a textile one, where it is woven.
~ Walter Benjamin
{at the Bibliotheque National de France, Paris}
via @laBnF
The map is an extraordinary palimpsest to tell you where you have been, where you are at this present moment, and where you could be, and even in subjective tenses, where you might have been, where you could have been.
~ Peter Greenaway
I’m a writer, and everything I write is both a confession and a struggle to understand things about myself and this world in which I live.
~ Arthur Miller
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So today turns out to be something of a twofer, RWE-wise: first there was Carl Rollyson's excellent review in the New York Sun, and now this equally excellent exchange I had with Michelle Lavigne, which she has posted over on Medium:
https://t.co/MPv2u2sTRg