David Gessner on writing and practicality

From his essay, Those Who Write, Teach in this past Sunday's New York Times Magazine:

Young writers think all they need is time, but give them that time and watch them implode. After all, there's something basically insane about sitting at a desk and talking to yourself all day, and there's a reason that writers are second only to medical students in instances of hypochondria. In isolation, our minds turn on us pretty quickly. I have two writer friends, successful novelists who could afford not to teach, who insist that rather than detract from their writing, their lives as professors are what allow them to write, and that given more free time, they would crumble. The job provides a safety net above the abyss of facing the difficulty of creating every day, making an irrational thing feel more rational.

Yet no matter how much support you have, how many schedules you make or how many books you've written before, there remains the basic irrationality of the task: you are sitting by yourself trying to make something out of nothing, and you rarely know where you're going next. Creating your own world is an invitation to solipsism, if not narcissism, and as well as being alone when we work, we are left, for the most part, to judge by ourselves if we have succeeded or failed in our tasks. My father succinctly summarized his feelings about my choice to dedicate my 20s to writing fiction. "You're not living in the real world," he said. I reacted with a young man's defensiveness, but in retrospect his assessment seems less critical than a matter of fact.

Testify! I have unfortunately found that I can't evade madness by avoiding the insanity of the writing desk. So it seems that my choice is between greater and lesser degrees of irrationality, which is roughly akin to choosing whether I'm going to be eaten alive or sucked into a whirlpool.