Flannery O’Connor: “I’m a full-time believer in writing habits.”

From The Writer’s Almanac:

Today is the birthday of novelist and short-story writer Flannery O’Connor. At six she and her pet chicken, which could walk backward, were featured in a national newsreel. “It was the high point of my life,” she joked. “Everything after that was an anti-climax.”

When she was 15, her father died of lupus, the same disease that would claim her life 24 years later. Bored with her journalism studies at the University of Iowa, she applied to the writers’ workshop there, surprised when she was accepted. “I didn’t know a short story from an ad in the paper,” she recalled. At Iowa, she was still so shy she could not read her stories aloud in workshop.

A lifelong Catholic, she wrote in a Southern gothic style, peopling her work with grotesque characters, most often Protestants, who wrestled with unsavory situations and questions of redemption. Her first story, “The Geranium,” was published in 1946 while she was at Iowa and was the seed for her first published novel, Wise Blood. She couldn’t finish Kafka, hated Carson McCullers, and said Ayn Rand, “makes Mickey Spillane look like Dostoevsky.” She spiked her coffee with Coca-Cola, loved peppermint chiffon pie, and once gave her mother a mule for Mother’s Day. Her first bout with lupus sent her permanently to Andalusia, the 544-acre ancestral farm in Milledgeville, Georgia, where she lived with her mother and raised peacocks, emus, ducks, and toucans until her death, at age 39, in 1964….

She said: “When we look at a good deal of serious modern fiction, and particularly Southern fiction, we find this quality about it that is generally described, in a pejorative sense, as grotesque. Of course, I have found that anything that comes out of the South is going to be called grotesque by the Northern reader, unless it is grotesque, in which case it is going to be called realistic. […] Whenever I’m asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one.”

And: “Everywhere I go I’m asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them. There’s many a best-seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.”

She wrote in a letter to her friend Cecil Dawkins:

“I’m a full-time believer in writing habits, pedestrian as it all may sound. You may be able to do without them if you have genius but most of us only have talent and this is simply something that has to be assisted all the time by physical and mental habits or it dries up and blows away. I see it happen all the time. Of course you have to make your habits in this conform to what you can do. I write only about two hours every day because that’s all the energy I have, but I don’t let anything interfere with those two hours, at the same time and the same place. This doesn’t mean I produce much out of the two hours. Sometimes I work for months and have to throw everything away, but I don’t think any of that was time wasted. Something goes on that makes it easier when it does come well. And the fact is if you don’t sit there every day, the day it would come well, you won’t be sitting there.”

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