Hemingway said that nothing was as rewarding to him as the act of writing itself, when the words took wing, when the hand followed the thought, and the thought soared, the pen tracing its flight. My only thrill in writing comes after I’ve written something, put it away and then on rereading it later find it still holds water…a feeling largely of relief. But I said to myself, “Well, this is Hemingway speaking. I suppose writing is a joy for him.”
An Open Book, by John Huston
I agree with Hemingway here, and not Huston!
Me too! I’m doing the final reread as we speak…much prefer the other 😉 .
Rereading is not packed with the adrenaline rush that comes with the act of writing, but it has its own charms. Congrats!
The thrill of creation versus the satisfaction of accomplishment. Of course, sometimes it can be a heck of a slog getting those words on a page or a screen, but when the flame burns BRIGHT and the work catches FIRE then – WOW!
There’s something akin to finishing a film project. It’s kind of an adrenaline crash…
Hemingway, I ain’t but I sure do agree with him here…oh, that feeling…When I was writing for the press more, it would start with that moment when the first sentence would (sometimes “finally”) appear in my head…like magic…the rest would unravel itself from there…
When it’s good, it’s like a waking dream state…
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