I dare to say we're a little bolder, exhibit a little more bravado as our writing selves than we do as our everyday selves. That's not to say there is a real schism in our personalities, actually. Just that we try a little harder, puff out our chests a little more, roll our sleeves up a little higher when we are in "creative mode." Natalie Goldberg describes this beautifully, (as always!). She recounts a discussion she had with a good friend of her's:
"We talked about ...the chasm between the great love we feel for the world when we sit and write about it and the disregard we give it in our own human lives, about how Hemingway could write of the great patience of Santiago in the fishing boat and how Hemingway himself , when he stepped out of the writing studio, mistreated his wife and drank too much. We have to begin to bring these two worlds together. Art is the act of nonaggression. We have to live this art in our daily lives."I for one, am humbled by the realization that too often, the aesthetics we hold up as ideal in our writings do not reflect in our Monday mornings, in our everyday routines. It challenges me to start living in the world I inhabit as I would if I were writing me into this world.
"Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." -Carl Sandburg