Albert Ducharme lost his fingers, they said. Pointer on his right hand, lost. The one just next to it, also lost, though there Albert still had a stub that wiggled when he waved. His couple older grandkids laughed to see it but the smallest, called Little Al after Albert himself, yipped and hid his face behind his mother.
"Not that you have to go full Hemingway and write only in terse prose, but you should make sure that every word on the page serves a purpose. Weigh yourself down with too many unnecessary words and there's a good chance your story will never take flight." — Minh Lê
Mrs. Jablowski finds nothing poetic about the body. She considers feet particularly prosaic. Heels bear vulgar cracks. The largest toes resemble the thumbs of a thick man. The stubbiest toes remind her of the fat grubs Mr. Jablowski digs out of his vegetable garden. Mr. Jablowski's feet are especially troublesome, with hard yellowing nails and far too much fuzz, like the feet of those little Hobbits in the movies she took her grandson to. Unlike Mr. Jablowski's, their feet were cute.
"I write the first act into halfway through the second act, to a turning point. Then I write the entire third act. Then I come back and try to knit those things together." — Justina Ireland
Head straight down the strip near my airport,
lined with liquor store lots half-emptied of cars,
bottles and people with sun-bleached labels,
greased arches and a florist with a garden azoic.
"Writing a book is often a very lonely process. I try to step back from being the agent during that part of the process. I'm doing my best to create a fertile, creative area for my author to work in." — Michelle Brower