Let the haters hate ...

Excerpt from James Frey's essay on the Random House web site, about how he approached writing A Million Little Pieces

I didn't write the next day or the next or the next. I read the pages again and they scared me. They were what I wanted them to be and I knew that if I kept going I would have to keep writing in the same manner. I knew that what was coming, what I would have to face and write, would hurt me, hurt me almost as much as it had hurt when I had lived it, hurt shake me scare me make me cry, reduce me to a heap of sorrow and anger, reduce to me that I which I had been before. I wasn't ready to do it. I didn't know if I would ever be ready to do it. I closed the file. I left it alone. I knew it was there it was always there but I did not go back to it. I never opened it.