I wrote one book, signed with a good agent, and sat back and waited for the phone to ring. I was sure that the great news would come at any moment. Four books later, I finally got that call.
I'm going to quit writing.
...for the first time in my life, writing was hard. The problem was the teaching...by most Friday afternoons I felt as if I'd spent the week with jumper cables clamped to my brain.
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
I'm not really satisfied with anything I have written to date.
I've tried writing. Two days later I'd go visit it and say, Jesus Christ, who wrote this crap?
Writing never had the immediate gratification I was looking for.
Never, ever become a writer. It's a nightmare.
With writing, I love doing it, but there's that love-hate relationship: You're not having a good run, you've hit a wall; it's frustrating.
Writing bores me so.
I don't have the patience to sit and write.
O why do I ever let anyone read what I write! Every time I have to go through a breakfast with a letter of criticism I swear I will write for my own praise or blame in future. It is a misery.
I never write a book unless I can't help it. Something has to bother me, like a mosquito, until I have to do something to relieve the itch.
Writing doesn't come easily to me. It gets more and more difficult.
Frankly, I have always dreaded writing - there always seemed to be pain involved, unpleasant self-examination and a lot of fear.
'Monstress' has been hard because I want to keep writing longer, but I can't.
Writing is not fun.
Writing has never been that simple for me.
I'm not the first person to have said this - no writer ever feels that the execution of a book lives up to the idea for that book. The execution always falls short.
Writing is the only thing in my life that doesn't get easier. It just doesn't.
Writing is agony for me. I work at it eight hours every day, hoping to get six pages, but I am satisfied with three.
I'm very finicky about when I'm in the right mood to write. So most days, I find some excuse not to do anything.
I can't write things. I'm embarrassed all the time about that, particularly if people don't know that about me.
I've never cackled with laughter at a single line I've ever written. None of it has given me pleasure.
I keep telling myself I should try very hard to write a novel of about 210 pages... I don't seem to be capable of it, but I keep hoping it will happen.
