I and all my northern european ancestors, who would not offer you food, apologize in advance for the shocking self-absorption, but I’ll be writing autobiographically. If it helps, it’s going to include making mistakes and robot battles, and I imagine it’s going to go off the //rails pretty quickly.
Firstly, and for what it’s worth: I’m an artist, and the son of an artist. I write the way I sketch – sitting by windows frowning, near plants, lots of little false starts, erasures, adjustments. Standing, sitting, wandering off, you’re familiar with the tropes. I hear Jack Kerouac typed On The Road in three weeks flat on a roll of paper, taking dictation directly from the muse at 100 words per minute, no backspacing, no takebacks, what a load of crap.
Apparently he //also wrote it on benzedrine, which I have not tried, but I have tried to write on adderall, and it’s not a good look. I’m not sure what the difference is, but I think it’s that benzedrine is a stimulant, and adderall is a stimulant and a mood stabilizer. I’m not sure what the difference is between a stimulant and a mood stabilizer, but I think it’s that a stimulant makes you want to do things, and a mood stabilizer makes you want to do things, but also makes you feel like you’re doing them wrong.