I've been spending a lot of time recently reading interviews. About writing. And usually, there's the same stuff about rituals or lack thereof, isolation, journeys, drafting or lack thereof, it'll all be sprinkled with anecdotes...it's fairly repetitive after a while. [Except Ginsberg, but more on that later.]

Anyway, I found this. It's an interview in the Paris Review that was called the Art of Fiction. And the author said something about God and writing that amused me.

" ......I imagine He (God) just decided, Well, this one’s been paying his dues, so let’s give him a bonus book. But Faulkner wrote As I Lay Dying in six weeks. Stendhal wrote Charterhouse of Parma in twelve days. That’s proof God spoke to them—if proof is needed. Twelve days! If it wasn’t God it was crass exhibitionism. "

Now, I would like very much to be a crass exhibitionist.