Photo: Nancy Crampton
"It wasn't that I couldn't write. I wrote every
day. I actually worked really hard at writing. At my desk by 7 A.M.,
would work a full eight and more. Scribbled at the dinner table, in bed,
on the toilet, on the No. 6 train, at Shea Stadium. I did everything I
could. But none of it worked. My novel, which I had started with such
hope shortly after publishing my first book of stories, wouldn't budge
past the 75-page mark. Nothing I wrote past page 75 made any kind of
sense. Nothing. Which would have been fine if the first 75 pages hadn't
been pretty damn cool. But they were cool, showed a lot of promise.
Would also have been fine if I could have just jumped to something else.
But I couldn't. All the other novels I tried sucked worse than the
stalled one, and even more disturbing, I seemed to have lost the ability
to write short stories. It was like I had somehow slipped into a
No-Writing Twilight Zone and I couldn't find an exit. Like I'd been
chained to the sinking ship of those 75 pages and there was no key and
no patching the hole in the hull. I wrote and I wrote and I wrote, but
nothing I produced was worth a damn.Want to talk about stubborn? I kept at it for five straight years. Five damn years. Every day failing for five years?..."
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Junot Díaz's novel The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (Riverhead) won the Pulitzer Prize in 2008.