Paul AusterWriting is a solitary business. It takes over your life. In some sense, a writer has no life of his own. Even when he’s there, he’s not really there.
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Sometimes writing can be a solitary business and it can also take over your life in a way you never expected. When you know what you want to write but only when you start writing it will come to your mind and you can’t stop. When we are in the process of writing we are totally in our own world and not in the real world. We don’t hear our surroundings and we don’t see anything around us.
We are totally absorbed in what we are doing. It is like we are not even there.
Source: The New York Trilogy
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