For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don't cheat with it.
I read this morning that on this day in 1961 Hemingway committed suicide. My favorite Hemingway work is A Movable Feast a nonfiction book of his time in Paris before he was famous. Many critics think this is best work to me it's his most honest work. I wonder what Hemingway would have written next if he chose to live, he was struggling with writing after a serious of plane crashes in Africa and self-medicated with alcohol. He also had shock therapy to try and relieve his constant depression. A sad ending to a great writer's life.
The Writing Nag
Labels: A Movable Feast, ernest hemingway