Ever consider what pets must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul - chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we're the greatest hunters on earth!
Anne Tyler
I've always enjoyed studying the small clues that indicate a particular class level.
It seems to me that since I've had children, I've grown richer and deeper. They may have slowed down my writing for a while, but when I did write, I had more of a self to speak from.
People always call it luck when you've acted more sensibly than they have.
While armchair travelers dream of going places, traveling armchairs dream of staying put.
Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.
When I read, I'm purely a reader.
If I waited till I felt like writing, I'd never write at all.
It seems to me that good novels celebrate the mystery in ordinary life, and summing it all up in psychological terms strips the mystery away.
Time, in general, has always been a central obsession of mine - what it does to people, how it can constitute a plot all on its own. So naturally, I am interested in old age.
In real life I avoid all parties altogether, but on paper I can mingle with the best of them.
The hardest novel to write was Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant.
The Amateur Marriage grew out of the reflection that of all the opportunities to show differences in character, surely an unhappy marriage must be the richest.
I save the best of myself for novels, and I believe it shows.
I would advise any beginning writer to write the first drafts as if no one else will ever read them - without a thought about publication - and only in the last draft to consider how the work will look from the outside.
I expect that any day now, I will have said all I have to say; I'll have used up all my characters, and then I'll be free to get on with my real life.
I can never tell ahead of time which book will give me trouble - some balk every step of the way, others seem to write themselves - but certainly the mechanics of writing, finding the time and the psychic space, are easier now that my children are grown.
My family can always tell when I'm well into a novel because the meals get very crummy.
It's true that it's a solitary occupation, but you would be surprised at how much companionship a group of imaginary characters can offer once you get to know them.
My decision to start a new one is just that, a decision, since I never get inspirations.
The one ironclad rule is that I have to try. I have to walk into my writing room and pick up my pen every weekday morning.
I do write long, long character notes - family background, history, details of appearance - much more than will ever appear in the novel. I think this is what lifts a book from that early calculated, artificial stage.
I've always thought a hotel ought to offer optional small animals. I mean a cat to sleep on your bed at night, or a dog of some kind to act pleased when you come in. You ever notice how a hotel room feels so lifeless?
I consciously try to end my novels at a point where I won't have to wonder about my characters ever again.
She worded it a bit strongly, but I do find myself more and more struck by the differences between the sexes. To put it another way: All marriages are mixed marriages.
And I am interested in the fact that class is very much a factor in America, even though it's not supposed to be.
None of my own experiences ever finds its way into my work. However, the stages of my life - motherhood, middle age, etc. - often influence my subject matter.
I remember leaving the hospital - thinking, 'Wait, are they going to let me just walk off with him? I don't know beans about babies! I don't have a license to do this.' We're just amateurs.
When I'm working on something, I proceed as if no one else will ever read it.
My writing day has grown shorter as I've aged, although it seems to produce the same number of pages.
My stories are never quite good enough.
I'm too shy for personal appearances, and I've found out that anytime I talk about my writing, I can't do any writing for many weeks afterward.
I'll write maybe one long paragraph describing the events, then a page or two breaking the events into chapters, and then reams of pages delving into my characters. After that, I'm ready to begin.
I think it must be very hard to be one of the new young writers who are urged to put themselves forward when it may be the last thing on earth they'd be good at.
I spend about a year between novels.
I never think about the actual process of writing. I suppose I have a superstition about examining it too closely.
I just want to be told a story, and I want to believe I'm living that story, and I don't give a thought to influences or method or any other writerly concerns.
I forget a book as soon as I finish writing it, which is not always a good thing.
I don't want to say I hear voices; well, actually I do hear voices, but I don't think it's supernatural. I think it's just that when characters are given enough texture and backbone, then lo and behold, they stand on their own.
I didn't really choose to write; I more or less fell into it.
For my own family, I would always choose the makeshift, surrogate family formed by various characters unrelated by blood.
But what I hope for from a book - either one that I write or one that I read - is transparency. I want the story to shine through. I don't want to think of the writer.
At most I'll spend three or four hours daily, sometimes less.
I was standing in the schoolyard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? she asked. Or are you still just writing?
For me, writing something down was the only road out.
