People like to complain about the state of contemporary literature, but I can only assume they don't read it very widely.

Fire will burn any human body it touches, and starvation will waste it, but stories are not so predictable in their effects.

Writers would be warm, loyal, and otherwise terrific people-if only they'd stop writing.

For while agents and editors often misunderstand their market and sometimes reject good or even great works, they do prevent a vast quantity of truly execrable writing from being published.

Make no mistake, the organizations website counsels. You will be writing a lot of crap. And thats a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. I am not the first person to point out that writing a lot of crap doesnt sound like a particularly fruitful way to spend an entire month, even if it is November.

The city has to do what any citizen or family does, when you have a dream. You tighten your belt. You sacrifice some luxuries. Above all, you don't waste a dime.

There is a perfect someone, even if the road to that someone isn’t all that perfect.