Life is short, misery sure, mortality certain. But on the way, in your work, why not carry those two inflated pig-bladders labeled Zest and Gusto.

What is The Subconscious to every other man, in its creative aspect becomes, for writers, The Muse.

The other six or seven drafts are going to be pure torture. So why not enjoy the first draft, in the hope that your joy will seek and find others in the world who, reading your story, will catch fire, too?

So, simply then, here is my formula. What do you want more than anything else in the world? What do you love, or what do you hate? Find a character, like yourself, who will want something or not want something, with all his heart. Give him running orders. Shoot him off. Then follow as fast as you can go. The character, in his great love, or hate,

In your reading, find books to improve your color sense, your sense of shape and size in the world.

How long has it been since you wrote a story where your real love or your real hatred somehow got onto the paper? When was the last time you dared release a cherished prejudice so it slammed the page like a lightning bolt? What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting

A sense of inferiority, then, in a person, quite often means true inferiority in a craft through simple lack of experience.

Which means writing as cure. Not completely, of course. You never get over your parents in the hospital or your best love in the grave. I won’t use the word “therapy,” it’s too clean, too sterile a word. I only say when death slows others, you must leap to set up your diving board and dive head first into your typewriter. The poets and artists of

Quantity gives experience. From experience alone can quality come.