A few lines from James Thurber today: first, on the fun of writing and rewriting:
[T]he act of writing is either something the writer dreads or actually likes, and I actually like it. Even rewriting’s fun. You’re getting somewhere, whether it seems to move or not.
Though I think it’s possible to both dread and enjoy the act of writing: these need not be mutually exclusive. I know writers who are world-class procrastinators because they can’t bear the thought of writing, but who like nothing better once they knuckle down to it.
And I love this description of how Thurber’s act of writing appears to the people around him:
I never quite know when I’m not writing. Sometimes my wife comes up to me at a party and says, “Dammit, Thurber, stop writing.” She usually catches me in the middle of a paragraph. Or my daughter will look up from the dinner table and ask, “Is he sick?” “No,” my wife says, “he’s writing something.”