I’ve been working on a lot of projects lately, and as much as I love the buzz of working at the grindstone, I’ve gotta admit: being on cloud nine doesn’t make for easy artistry.
See, it seems like the better my life becomes, the less I’m bothered; and the less I’m bothered, the more distant I feel from the frantic energy that used to shade all of my writing. The desperation, the urgency, the crazy desire – it’s so far away now, and I wonder how/if my writing will suffer from it.
I guess this is a throwback to all those long, winding conversations about whether drama is necessary in an artist’s life. I’m always flip-flopping on my opinion. Today, I feel like it’s a necessary component to any artist’s existence; we need to have personally known it in order to render it authentic in our art. But do we need to experience it all the time? I don’t think so.
What’s your take?