That moment when you’re trying to focus on writing one particular story but the universe seems to conspire to constantly remind you of another.　

(by Paper Cuts From Library Books)

I’d just like to once more thank Google Maps for allowing me to write about places I’ve never actually been to.

It’s the only real answer I have when people ask my why I write or why I like writing: because I cannot not write.

I have tried not to write. I’ve gone through months of self-inflicted deprivation and I’ve been miserable every time I tried it. Writing is my life’s constant. It is the one thing I keep coming back to, and that is how I know it’s intrinsic and a part of me as much as my beating heart, soul and breath.

(via iloveyoursoul)

Writing character introductions is a whole lot of fun.

During evenings when I sit in front of the computer I usually have a problem keeping my hands warm. For some reason or other, they usually will be very cold, enough to make my typing almost lethargic.

I noticed a moment ago, as I was writing for the book I’m currently working on, that heat was radiating from them.

That’s got to be a good sign.

 When I had the Internet at home, I would find myself down a rabbit hole. I’d sit down in the morning and I would look up and it’d be 1. The internet is just too interesting, but, some of it, in a very base way. You’re always a click away from cat porn, you know? You’re like, “Why am I here?” 

I don’t have Internet at home. I queue up my e-mails, and I go and park in the parking lot of a carpet store. I sit there and send out my emails and then I go home.

Writing is just a constant fight against your own worst habits and procrastination. I think you just have to eliminate as many of the unwanted distractions. Whatever works, whether it’s going to a writer’s retreat. I’ve tried everything at this point. Just working out in the shed behind my house, with a door that locks…that seems to work at that point. The Internet will be there when you’re done.

- Dave Eggers