The Art of Fiction No. 48
Briefly

It has been a sin to be prolific only since the Bloomsbury group-particularly Forster-made it a point of good manners to produce, as it were, costively. I've been annoyed less by sneers at my alleged overproduction than by the imputation that to write much means to write badly.
I don't think it matters much; I work in the morning, but I think the afternoon is a good time to work. Most people sleep in the afternoon. I've always found it a good time, especially if one doesn't have much lunch. It's a quiet time. It's a time when one's body is not at its sharpest, not at its most receptive-the body is quiescent, somnolent; but the brain can be quite sharp.
Read at The Paris Review
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