We tend to find ourselves in odd and sometimes infuriating situations that are unique to the business we are in.
The golden rule of fashion design also applies to freelance writing: Style matters.
Setting a daily goal will give you something to aim for. Make it small and attainable so that you can hit your goal each day and start building momentum.
I just write what I would read. I want sex, I want honesty, I want tomfoolery. I want me.
Writing allowed me to transcend that level, to be somebody else, like a film director who gets to direct how the story will flow; that was my job: to tell the stories I wanted to tell.
I write until I reach an exhilarating feeling of depersonalization – the moment when you see yourself from the outside, in your purest form.
Today I began my career as a graduate teaching assistant at the University of Miami. The loss of status is a bit jarring. When I arrived at the meeting, the composition program director, Kathy Bell, mistook me for the janitor and started telling me to clean up the room before I explained who I was.
I went back to North Miami Beach down University/NW 27th Avenue and along 163rd Street, about a 40-minute drive. At home, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself until I opened one letter, from Ed Hogan: “Paydirt! The Times Book Review is scheduled to review your book August 14th.”
I’ve just been outside by the pool, marking papers through great force of effort. That redheaded guy was in the pool with (I assume) his girlfriend, and they were surprisingly friendly, telling me to jump in. I said I had too much work to do, and he said, “It’s Saturday night!”
Todd dropped me off at the subway stop at 14th Street before he and Josh drove back to Brooklyn. I decided to get off at 79th rather than 86th so that I could take one last walk down Broadway. Teresa and Juliana were in their bathrobes, chatting and drinking coffee, when I got home.