{"id":1279,"date":"2013-02-11T11:33:22","date_gmt":"2013-02-11T10:33:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=1279"},"modified":"2013-03-24T01:38:29","modified_gmt":"2013-03-24T00:38:29","slug":"mad-routines","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=1279","title":{"rendered":"Mad Routines"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/39249580@N00\/3680783270\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" style=\"margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border: 0px none;\" title=\"Hunter S. Thompson via Jeph Jacques\" alt=\"Hunter S. Thompson via Jeph Jacques\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2453\/3680783270_187f2623c8_m.jpg?resize=174%2C200\" width=\"174\" height=\"200\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"5\" \/><\/a>I need some music today, so I am standing in my pajamas holding a book of CDs in front of the stereo; how rustic and old school. My Mp3 player is meant only for running, walking or ignoring people I know on the tram.<\/p>\n<p>I choose Tom Waits, slip it in, sit back down at the desk and type a few words. I am struggling with my 1,000 words today and am being fitful as a result. It\u2019s 10 a.m., Sunday, I have written 6 words: <i>Get to work you fat fucker. \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Stephen King listens to heavy metal when he writes, which surely helps explain the deeply disturbing nature of his writing. Nothing says \u2018let\u2019s have a demonic clown dismember a child\u2019 like Motorhead.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->I drift off into that glorious space of procrastination, where each fleeting thought demands immediate and extensive attention. Questions such as \u2018Who created the Smurfs?\u2019 and \u2018Does water really roll off a duck\u2019s back?\u2019 must be looked into. If done well, these questions could lead to twenty, even thirty minutes of solid procrastination that actually feels like research and, therefore, work. I am a genius.<\/p>\n<p>Today\u2019s query: What are the routines of famous writers? I go to the Internet.<\/p>\n<p>We all have this idea of the classic writer toiling away at a typewriter (enter again notion of rustic and old school) that sits amid hundreds of manuscript pages on an oak desk. The classic writer is wearing a roll neck cotton sweater and smoking a pipe, a record player mumbling Bach from the corner of a bookshelf which holds hundreds of worn tomes.<\/p>\n<p>Reading through the surprisingly many websites dedicated to this subject, it\u2019s clear that sometimes this is a realistic idea. C.S Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien and T.S Eliot did write in locales such as these and have routines similar&#8230;maybe it\u2019s an initial thing. Henry Miller didn\u2019t have an exact routine, but split his day among writing, reading, painting, going to\u00a0caf\u00e9s and shtupping\u00a0Ana\u00efs Nin. Nin, for her part, had a simple regimen: Write stories in the morning, diary at night. Translation: Stories before Henry stops by, write about rocking Henry&#8217;s world later in the evening.<\/p>\n<p>What is most fascinating on this topic, though, are the writers who somehow break this stereotype. John Cheever, known as the Chekhov of the suburbs, wrote in his underwear. Kurt Vonnegut wrote from 5:30 a.m. til 8 a.m. and then went swimming, his evenings were spent drinking scotch and listening to music. Truman Capote wrote lying down and smoking. Jack Kerouac wrote with a candle next to his typewriter and prayed for sanity. Surely, this routine has since been followed by 6 million hipsters mimicking the most overrated \u2018writer\u2019 in the history of paper. Or, more appropriately, toilet paper. He should have prayed for the ability to form cohesive story lines and at least one character you don&#8217;t want to kick in the throat. Just a thought&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>And for those of you who want to feel that their lives are somewhat normal, please read Hunter S. Thompson\u2019s daily routine. This maniac and owner of a superhuman liver, heart and septum, spent each day on an imaginary yellow submarine dropping LSD, snorting cocaine, drinking scotch, smoking weed and, yes, somehow, writing. I took a hit off a joint last week and wrote something about clouds, mobiles and pillows that I&#8217;ll thankfully never be able to decipher. This made me feel better.<\/p>\n<p>In any case, this story has a happy ending. Not that kind, you sickos&#8230;though if you know a place&#8230;nevermind. I think there&#8217;s a tendency to judge yourself against the classic model of whatever you do, whether it&#8217;s write, play music or paint. This can be detrimental. I know that I should get up early and write from 5-8 a.m. and then jog while practicing my Czech vocabulary, but sometimes I wake up late, read the news and eat oatmeal while I write. Sometimes I watch TV and scan porn sites in the evening and then get my 1,000 words done around midnight.<\/p>\n<p>I guess the moral is that everyone does it differently, just keep doing what works for you.<\/p>\n<p>And don&#8217;t read Jack Kerouac. Or do anything like Hunter S. Thompson.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I need some music today, so I am standing in my pajamas holding a book of CDs in front of the stereo; how rustic and old school. My Mp3 player is meant only for running, walking or ignoring people I know on the tram. 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