We’re cool customers, unruffled by life. Marching to a different drum as we let ourselves be driven by our creative urges.
Well, I can’t speak for any other writers out there, but I absolutely know that this isn’t me at all.
I’m not cool. I’m not composed. I don’t lead any kind of relaxed, bohemian existence. I’m totally not the sort of person who just goes with the flow. Truth is, I’m neurotic as hell.
I worry about everything. I get myself all worked up about nothing. I make a big deal about even the slightest of disturbances. If there was anybody who could possibly be a poster boy for neurotics anonymous, I reckon it would be me.
I have to say that I am quite cool and relaxed about my neurotic nature. I even find it quite useful. I reckon that obsessing over fiddly little details is actually a pretty valuable quality for a novelist. And this obsessiveness also helps me to maintain my concentration for the extended periods required to actually write a complete novel – and then go back and rewrite it again and again and again.
So far from seeing creativity and neurotic-ness (honestly, I tried to google a noun version of neurotic and couldn’t find one – that’s how neurotic I am) as exclusive, I actually see them as a good combination. Maybe we need a new word to describe it – creotic or something.
Anyway, to anyone out there, have a great and creotic week. And see you at exactly the same time next week (you know I’ll be here, and now you know why).
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