Edna OBrienThat is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.
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The writer who says that he or she writes from a place of joy is a pompous liar. And the one who says that writing comes easy is a moron. When you write, you write from a place of pain. The afflictions are part of the process, and they can pull you through. But, as Patterson points out here, those afflictions make the writing itself precious, as it becomes a way to explore your own dark corners and find something beautiful there.
Source: Country Girl
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