Before I vanish, I wanted to offer up this interesting piece from a biographical page on Anthony Trollope (one of my writing heroes, for his volume and ability, if not for his books, some of which I find unfathomable). It is as follows.
Trollope regularly produced 1000 words an hour before breakfast – his page contained 250 words. “Perhaps the main characteristic of writers like Jane Austen and Trollope is their complete non-literariness”, noted Ford Madox Ford in The March of Literature (1938). “Indeed, you would say that they are without the passion to write that distinguishes a Balzac, a Dickens, a Thackeray or even a genuine artist like Gautier.” Trollope spent three productive hours a day at his desk, before a quire of paper, pen in hand. “I always began my task by reading the work of the day before,” he wrote in An Autobiography (1883). “I would strongly recommend this practice to all tyros in writing”. Rewriting Trollope considered “a waste of time.” In the evening he enjoyed playing whist at the Garrick Club.
I’m really gone after this, but I wanted to offer up this link, which is baffling and scary and…really interesting. Can you imagine reading a 900 page Anthony Trollope book on your cell phone? No? Someone did. I’m fascinated.