Our impression is that writers talk about writing too often in an unsatisfying way. Think of when we say: the story tells itself, the character constructs him or her self, the language speaks to us, as if it were not us writing but someone else, who lives in us, tracing a course from the ancient world to our times: the god who dictates; the descent of the Holy Spirit; ecstasy; the encoded word in the unconscious; the network of relationships that we get caught in and each time modifies us, and so on.
