I wonder how the all-time greats were coping with real life obligations. I know Dennis Lehane has a very rich and very busy wife. That leaves him all the time and comfort to kick my ass. Philip K. Dick lived on the edge of extreme poverty all the time and had to write to survive. Henry David Thoreau locked himself in a cabin for...God knows how long...
Has anyone of them even bothered to try and be a normal person for a day? Have they ever cleaned the house, walked the dog, went to an eight to five job? I am swallowed by my normalness. I have to put abnormal effort if I want to put up with my stuff, but I don't want to turn into an egostical dick. I guess I'm an idiot just for thinking I was going to master this in a single day. Oh silly me!
