“A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.”
That quote from Don Delillo (one of my favorite post modernists) made me laugh out loud. And reading the rest of a post I discovered this morning on one of my favorite sites, Brain Pickings was so full of other excuses, passions, habits, diligences and other oddities of the writer’s life that I felt compelled to offer a link here and say something quick about it.
Seeing how the strange ways I set up my own life so I can write overlap in so many ways with some of my favorite writers (all of whom I consider to be far more brilliant than I could ever hope to aspire to be) in The Daily Routines of Famous Writers gave me confirmation that I really am doing what I love and was born to do … and hope that I will continue to get better at it as my life progresses. This collection of writerly thoughts also calls attention to the fact that we writers can be a finicky and obsessive bunch, always searching for that usually-unattainable, “perfect” creative environment that will incubate our finest work.
(Also, check out the amazing photo of Jack Kerouac, looking very Don Drapery, but in a casual way. I almost cannot be convinced that was taken in 1956.)