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
