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The following essay appears in
American Writers; A Collection of Literary Biographies, Supplement V,
Charles Scribner's Sons, 2000. ERICA JONG
I'VE GOT A LITTLE LIST
Weekly Tips for Writers Also see:
The Week of September 24, 2007 The intellect is a fifth wheel… He might have said the ego is a fifth wheel. Or self-consciousness is a fifth wheel. Or self-criticism is a fifth wheel. When you write you want to become a conduit, a channel, a pipe from muse into matter. You as a writer do not exist. Only the writing does.
The Week of September 17, 2007 This is also the real secret of the arts: always be
a beginner. Always beginning again, this is the secret the masters know. Writing is practice, but one never becomes perfect; one only opens oneself for more practice. A big part of being an artist is being able to tolerate, even to embrace, the darkness. Think of yourself as a daffodil bulb under the earth. Push toward the light.
The Week of September 10, 2007 Saints, I see the world is mad. Did you expect to win approval for telling the truth? Do you remember Dante, Voltaire, Cervantes, Swift? Few are the great spirits who did not at one time or another write in jail, in exile, in the madhouse, at the foot of the gallows.
The Week of September 3, 2007 Not I, but the wind that blows through me. When the work is flowing, it will feel like a river coursing, a wind blowing, a door opening – with the creator herself having become only a conduit, a tube, a funnel, a hinge. Even if it bears the marks of her own personality, her own time-bound existence on the planet the world’s impetus comes from a mysterious source outside the self.
The Week of August 27, 2007 If one woman were to tell the truth about her life, the world would split open. It doesn’t get easier to tell the truth. It always gets harder. The deeper you go, the harder it gets. The great revolution of women writing honestly about their lives, their sexual and emotional selves, quickly ossified into convention and was co-opted by formula-writers. Female pain and female sexuality became commonplace. Danger became safe. Risk became predictable. A new convention was born: the convention of the confessional novel. Start again. Go into your heart and find your own truth. That will always be untarnished, fresh, red as arterial blood. And pulsing.
1. Have faith--not cynicism There are no rules |
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