The two painfully-simple habits of highly-successful writers

Wandering around a witness in the afternoon, writing in the morning (via Qwiklit) …


“What’s the key to being a productive writer?” is the kind of question a struggling novelist will ask themselves before even worrying about the quality of their work. A good workflow is as elusive as inspiration itself, and has a ton of adversaries in these distracting times.

For the past few months, I’ve been trying to figure out what makes certain writers tick, and what makes others simply write, day in and day out, without bowing out due to mental or creative exhaustion.

A few common patterns emerged among the dozens of author interviews I’ve read in the past few months. While their artistic philosophy or their writing styles differ greatly from one another, most successful authors engage in two particular habits. One of them is expected. The other—Not so much.

1. Most successful writers do their work in the morning. For a practice that some have dubbed the…

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25 Rare Photos of Famous Authors

QwikLit’s ‘ rare photos of famous authors ‘…


Aldous Huxley

“The trouble with fiction… is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.” – Aldous Huxley from The Doors of Perception

Aleksandr Solzenitsyn

“For a country to have a great writer is like having a second government. That is why no regime has ever loved great writers, only minor ones.” – Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, author of Cancer Ward

Anthony Burgess

“All art preserves mysteries which aesthetic philosophers tackle in vain.” – Anthony Burgess, author of a whole stack of books, including A Clockwork Orange


At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion. – F. Scott Fitzgerald, from “A Diamond as Big as the Ritz”. Pictured here with Zelda and their daughter, Frances.

Harper Lee

“Until I…

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Let your purpose carry you like a gust through darker moments of life, rattling the windows

I will be there
alongside your faith
to hold you
when you get home

We will know
neither day nor night
in our arms

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Every Day

poetry by Kendra…

Kendra Lynn

Every day
Is my Mother’s Day

He comes to me
for solace – the comfort
only a mother could give.
Skinny arms
wrapping ’round my legs.
Eyes looking up to me;
trusting every sorrow
will be driven away.
He tells me his secret
& I promise to keep it.
Promising all the more
to keep mine –
our bond growing;
the lovely vine.
As I carry him to bed,
he kisses my arm.
Whispers “I love you Mommy”
and oh,
how my heart grows warm.

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