I lifted mamakash's quote from the faerie king thread, 'cause it resonated with my own life queasies.mamakash wrote:
I don't have to ruin tiny villages to feel doomed. I'm doomed most of the time, anyway.
I'm reading a book called The Forest for the Trees--An Editor's Advice to Writers, in which the author, Betsy Lerner, basically psychoanalyzes the writing mind. It's interesting reading, and striking to me in how well I seem to fit the typically semi-tortured profile. I feel grateful, in my reading, that the alcohol abusing tendencies of my maternal ancestry seem to have lost their genetic grip on the last couple of generations.
Question: As a group, are we whistlers more or less afflicted with existential angst or other psychic maladies?
Do you use music as an opiate?
Do you find that you and your music loving friends are better or worse at coping with life's mental anxieties?
and how do I, as a writer, justify the use of the redundant phrase "mental anxieties?" :roll: