By Oronte. There’s an anecdote about James Joyce that says he pointed at an unknown tradesman seated on some steps in Dublin and said he wrote Ulysses for that guy.
Updike, famously: “When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas. I think of the books on library shelves, without their jackets, years old, and a countryish teenaged boy finding them, and having them speak to him.” Read more...