I'm Superstitious. I Keep Mum

Tomorrow Morning The Critic Will Be Gone, But The Writer Will Still Be There Facing The Blank Page. Nothing Matters But That He Keep Working.

The Professional Will Not Tolerate Disorder... He Wants The Carpet Vacuumed And The Threshold Swept, So The Muse May Enter And Not Soil Her Gown.

The Professional, Though He Accepts Money, Does His Work Out Of Love. He Has To Love It. Otherwise He Wouldn’t Devote His Life To It Of His Own Free Will.

When You're A Working Writer, Sooner Or Later Friends And Acquaintances Will Get You Alone And Confide That They, Too, Have A Book In Them.

The Artist Committing Himself To His Calling Has Volunteered For Hell, Whether He Knows It Or Not. He Will Be Dining For The Duration On A Diet Of Isolation, Rejection, Self-doubt, Despair, Ridicule, Contempt, And Humiliation.