There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.
John FowlesRead
All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
Interpretation
Writers balance their understanding of reality with their imagination to create compelling narratives.
This quote suggests that novelists must inhabit both the real world, where they draw inspiration from life experiences and observations, and an unreal world, which represents their imagination and creativity. By engaging with both realms, writers can craft stories that resonate deeply with readers while also allowing for the exploration of fantastical elements that engage the imagination.
In practice
A writing workshop where participants explore this balance.
There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.
I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart.
Do you know that every great thing in the history of art and every beautiful thing in life is actually what you call nasty or has been caused by feelings that you would call nasty? By passion, by love, by hatred, by truth. Do you know that?
The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this frozen present tense. All waits, suspended. Suspended the autumn trees, the autumn sky, anonymous people. A blackbird, poor fool, sings out of season from the willows by the lake. A flight of pigeons over the houses; fragments of freedom, hazard, an anagram made flesh. And somewhere the stinging smell of burning leaves.
It came to me…that I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment, that what I was feeling at that moment justified all I had been through, because all I had been through was my being there. I was experiencing…a new self-acceptance, a sense that I had to be this mind and this body, its vices and its virtues, and that I had no other chance or choice.
It's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy I've played with too often. It's a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Innocent and used-up and proud and silly.
Imagination is the key to my lyrics. The rest is painted with a little science fiction.
Writers are opposite of athletes, they get better with age
In art, at a certain level, there is no 'better than.' It's just about trying to operate for yourself on the most supreme level, artistically, that you can and hoping that people get it.
To ask an author who hopes to be a serious writer if his work is autobiographical is like asking a spider where he buys his thread. The spider gets his thread right out of his own guts, and that is where the author gets his writing.
Mime makes the invisible, visible and the visible, invisible.
...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.
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