How can you possibly expect to write anything when you can't concentrate? That's pretty much all writers do: take the blooming multiplicity of the world and our experience of it, literally concentrate it down to manageable proportions, and then force it through the eye of a grammatical needle one word at a time. I'ts a miracle anyone ever managees this mental feat, or at least it seems that way on day three of caffeine withdrawal. (p93) writing
All writing is pigshit. Those who attempt to turn any part of the mind into words on a page – are pigs.
The old novelists like Scott were always writing their way out of debt...laudable...a valuable attribute for a writer is tenacity. So William Seward Hall sets out to write his way out of death. Death, he reflects, is a kind of spiritual bankruptcy. One must be careful to avoid the crime of concealing assets...a precise inventory will often show that the assets are considerable and that bankruptcy is not justified. A writer must be very punctilious and scrupulous about his debts.
Writing is born from and deals with the acknowledged doubt of an explicit division, in sum, of the impossibility of one's own place.