Yesterday while stocking the sci-fi paperbacks at the book store where I have some very enjoyable (if hectic) seasonal work, I found Ray Bradbury's "Zen in the Art of Writing." I pulled it for my private stash (one of the employee benefits - yahoo!) I just started reading it today. I've only read the preface, but it's already incredible, and full of great advice for us.
I've always liked dudes named Ray.
Read this book!
But what would happen [if you did not write every day] is that the world would catch up with and try to sicken you. If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy, or both.
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
For writing allows just the proper recipes of truth, life, reality as you are able to eat, drink, and digest without hyperventilating and flopping like a dead fish in your bed.
I have learned, on my journeys, that if I let a day go by without writing, I grow uneasy. Two days and I am in tremor. Three and I suspect lunacy. Four and I might as well be a jog, suffering the flux in a wallow. An hour's writing is tonic. I'm on my feet, running in circles, yelling for a clean pair of spats.
I've always liked dudes named Ray.
Read this book!