September 9, 2006

Mania

I only have about 10 minutes so I thought I would so how much I can write in 10 minutes. I bet not much. Especially if I keep going on and on about how much I can or can't write in 10 minutes. Now 8 minutes. Actually It was 9 minutes when I started.

My dad told me that my manic-depressive aunt didn't start getting really crazy or having any symptoms at all until at least her late twenties or early thirties. I've always been kind of a mental health hypochondriac, ignoring actual health problems and focusing on perceived psychological problems. I diagnosed myself as being autistic a couple of months ago. I still think there's some truth to that one. And now I am diagnosing myself as a lying dormant bi-polar. Not so dormant, actually. Anyway. I only have 5 minutes left. I'm going to see the Illusionist at 4:45. I did a lot of really useless crap today. But it was fun. The internet is the best place in the world. I have all sorts of new ideas for my book. Not from the internet. Those are two separate thoughts. I am getting downright manic with excitement over my new purpose. I am a writer. A writer of Fiction! I really am! Ho Boy! You know the best part about being a bi-polar writer? You write, manically and maniacally for about a month or so. Then you want to kill yourself for about a month or so. Then you are normal and you write on and off about real things, normal things, and then you are manic again and can use the killing yourself feelings and the normal feelings as fodder for your manic writing. It is totally a recipe for success. Jeffrey Eugenides says you have to be able to write no matter how you feel. One thing that this blog has helped me with is just writing no matter how I feel and he is right. You have to just write and write and write. Just like all those creative writing teacher hacks told you, because some creative writer hack told them. And even though it never worked for them, because they were hacks, if you are smart and have any kind of talent for writing or story telling, a-which I do, those hacks were all right. Just write and write and write and eventually you'll have enough stuff, thousands and thousands of pages, millions and millions of words, to fill a really short book. Times Up!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I diagnosed myself as autistic LONG before you did. copy-cousin. ASK MY MOM.

Anonymous said...

It's true.

But LONG after I had already diagnosed her as Oppositional Defiant Disorder.