Warts and All

I have a slight toothache. On the other hand, the snow-icy rain blizzard is still raging and I find solace in the elements. If it is true we don't write when excited, the same is, I guess, true for pain. The ideal mindscape might just very well be neutralish boredom. By the way, in psychoanalysis they refer to the above as the need for "optimum frustration". It always made me think how concepts are so easy to grasp but so inapplicable.
But this might also be an opportunity to reflect on the writing method. I am not talking about formal elements here, such as effective endings: what I mean is I mostly just start writing. And it is amazing how the process whisks you away indeed, with a surprisingly minor number of revisions and corrections.
The other thing is sort of of meta-writing nature: the writer, no matter what he writes, will say what he wants to say. It is just the surface element that changes. To see things in things: the identical source of both wisdom and madness.
I think I'll go for a glass of red wine. Thick and strong, yessir! As a friend says: takes the edge of.