Novelists do not write as birds sing, by the push of nature. It is part of the job that there should be much routine and some daily stuff on the level of carpentry.
I get up at sunrise. I’m a Buddhist, so I chant in the morning. My wife and I sit and have coffee together, but then it’s list-making time. I have carpentry projects. We have roads we keep in repair. It’s not back-breaking, but it’s certainly aerobic and mildly strenuous.
A novel is a great act of passion and intellect, carpentry and largess. From the very beginning, I wrote to explain my own life to myself, and I invited readers who chose to make the journey with me to join me on the high wire.
I learned construction and carpentry from my father at a young age, so I felt very comfortable and I felt very satisfied when I worked in that field.
My brother was four years older and always building tree houses. Whether I wanted to or not, I learned carpentry.
I was born May 31, 1911, in Paris. My parents owned a small cheese shop, and my maternal grandfather was a carpentry worker. I thus came from what is commonly known as the working class.
I can build a house with my bare hands. In my late teens I was in a band with my friend Henrik, and his builder father thought we needed something to fall back on, so he taught us carpentry and bricklaying and we built a house over two years.
The last thing on my mind was to be an actor, but I had a crush on a cute girl in the drama department, so the best thing for me to do was audition, help out, do carpentry, whatever it took to get me on that project.
My father liked doing carpentry work, construction work, in the summer vacation. And so my mother designed a cabin, a log cabin, like a – it was like a Swiss chalet. I was twelve years old, and my father and I built it on a rocky point peninsula out into Lake Superior.
My father was a doctor, but his passion was making cars, and he was also very good at carpentry. He was a gem, and I don’t blame him for not understanding me. When I told him that I would be leaving, he checked his pocket and took out 100-rupee note and gave it to me. He did not like that I was leaving, yet he gave me the money.
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.
I think one of the things that is essential for happiness in life, or at least for non-sadness, is producing something. I guess that’s why I spend so much time and agony writing books. But working on carpentry is sort of like all the pleasure with none of the agony.
I studied carpentry for three years and passed all my qualifications. If it wasn’t for football then I would still be doing that. I honestly really enjoyed it.
I’d done a sports diploma at college and three years studying carpentry, it made me appreciate things. But I honestly think it helped not going down the academy route. I had to work harder for everything.
I supported myself by delivering the ‘Wall Street Journal’ and doing odd jobs. I love plumbing and carpentry.
My father is a very skilled carpenter. He can do just about anything with his hands. He is very artistic with his carpentry.
And, of course, millions of us cross the border to work in US homes and gardens and factories and carpentry shops and restaurants, and if you go to a restaurant pretty much anywhere in the United States, the chances are that the dishes will be washed by a Mexican.
I’m waiting for the time when I fail – because we all fail – and I’m ready, I’ll take up carpentry.
I spend a lot of time doing carpentry. Sometimes there is nothing that gives me the contentment that sawing a piece of wood does.
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