Most of the writers I know are introverts. Few of them have drug problems. Some of them write really really fast because their brains lay out the story before they put fingertip to keyboard and some write really really messy because they can’t see the path through the mist.
So I’m reading a book by Mason Currey called Daily Rituals: how artists work because I’m always curious about other people’s processes.
In this compendium of novelists, poets, painters, philosophers, and other artists, I discovered that many brilliant people don’t (or didn’t) put pen to paper many hours in the day; a lot of them used some pretty weird drugs; a surprising (to me) number had very active social lives and I want to know where they found the energy.
Maybe in those drugs.
One of my favourite quotes is from Franz Kafka, who in 1912 complained to a friend, “time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible then one must try to wriggle through by subtle maneuvers.”
Although I acknowledge the shortness of time and, alas, my limited strength, I’m grateful for my (mostly) pleasant, straightforward life.
Wishing you the same, or at least some interesting subtle maneuvers.