The morning is the most important time of the day. Productive or unproductive, happy or unhappy, its effects are contagious and spread throughout the following hours, evidence that a day is won in the morning. Therefore, it is prudent to accomplish the most important task of the day during this period, overcoming it as soon as possible so that the afternoon is infected with this satisfaction. To do otherwise is to act against oneself: by postponing the most important task, anxiety is generated; to accomplish it at the end of the day is to allow the fatigue of the day, if it does not encourage further postponement, to impair its accomplishment. Two hundred other reasons recommend the early hours of the day as the time when activities requiring the greatest concentration should be carried out, and so perhaps the greatest secret of a stimulating and satisfying routine is to make good use of the morning.
The Best Solution to Overcome…
Undoubtedly, the best solution to overcome the very painful work of revision is that of Fernando Pessoa: never revise anything, and never set the task of giving a definitive form to what one has written. So obvious, so evident… and yet it seems the most foolish of decisions. If every profession has its hardships, some of which can only be endured in the long term by those who have the vocation to exercise it, perhaps none is more frequent for the writer than to come across a bad piece of work. Unlike other professions, in which the results and effectiveness of the work are easily measurable, and therefore it is easier to perceive an evolution in technique and the positive effects of experience, the work of the writer seems always fated to be seen as unsatisfactory by his own lenses, something that becomes violently evident in the revision process. Revising long texts, one learns that the most elementary errors in writing are invincible because, among other various reasons, attention never remains constant over a long period. And so, for his psychological satisfaction, it is best for the writer never to revise; otherwise, he will be forced to regularly take very hard lessons.
Despite All the Inherent Affliction of Writing…
It is true that, despite all the inherent affliction of writing, organizing thought, shaping it into words, varying forms, testing new possibilities and dressing it differently with each new piece, has its pleasures. Unpretentiously, it is possible to enjoy and take a liking to the process, without which one does not get far in letters. The unfortunate thing is that literature is not limited to these moments when thought seems like inert matter and the artist’s job is simply to conform it, as if, by doing so, the artist does not bind himself to it in such a way that expression always appears imperfect and always represents a painful separation.
There Is Something Overtly Invasive…
There is something overtly invasive about biographies that seem to suggest that the very interest in them is reprehensible. What is sought in them is the same intimacy that, in life, common sense commands to respect. But human curiosity is invincible, and biographies are indispensable. Although a work is independent of the biography, the author cannot detach himself from it. And it is they that show us the reality that supports the artistic act, a multifaceted reality, more or less grateful, more or less unusual, but which always motivates expression. They are also responsible for revealing a dimension that is often essential to the correct understanding of a work, and there is no doubt that, because of the much they have clarified and contributed, one ends up at peace with the guilt of that feeling of invasion.