Saturday,
November 22nd.,
Cadogan Square, London.
Depression,
because I saw no prospect of finishing “Dance Club” play today or
tomorrow, as I had hoped. I gave up all notion of finishing and
couldn’t think of any of the ideas necessary for the final scene
between Flora and Clair. When I got home from the Empire I was, as a
consequence of neuralgia pains, a bit sick. This sickness at once
relieved the pain. Instantly I felt better and instantly the hope of
finishing the play miraculously returned, and ideas for the last
scene came into my head and I became actively creative again. I have
noticed this before: return of creativeness immediately upon surcease
from pain. I felt well enough to go out for a night walk, turning the
ideas over in my mind. Lovely evening for that: cold, rather misty, but
still, quiet, a halo around the street lights, echoing footsteps,
visible breath, exhilarating!
I
have sometimes wondered if there is any sort of link between creativity
and physical or mental problems; does the need to overcome difficulties
enhance the artistic temperament? It is easy to point to artists who
have succeeded against the odds but of course the sample is skewed - by
the nature of things those artists for whom life is simple and free from
problems will not attract the same attention.
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