It’s pretty obvious to say that writing can be a lonely pastime. You’re alone with your own thoughts as you try desperately to articulate them in a way that is both coherent and potentially enjoyable to other people. That’s not to say it isn’t enjoyable but as with any addiction (and that is what it is for me), there are deep lows to be had with the highs. That’s why I treasure my collaboration with P.C.
It’s like a safety valve to get out of my own head. To be a little less self obsessed. You see, we write comedy together and I have to admit that he’s much funnier than I am. That’s not false modesty. He has a natural flair for the funny that I don’t have and because of that he is the driving force of our work together. I make contributions, little amendments to (hopefully) heighten what is already funny – maybe the changing of wording or adding a little structure to it all. But generally I spend most of our weekly meetings laughing like an idiot at the sheer strangeness of what he can dredge up. And that is what i need some days. Just to laugh at silly things especially when those silly things seem to be leading somewhere – to more books, to biographies of ridiculous surrealism and to scripts for tv shows.
Of course I could be wrong and the stupidity isn’t leading anywhere and no-one’s going to get what we’re trying to do. It still doesn’t matter. We’re going to keep doing it anyway. It’s just another addiction I guess.