The life of a writer is absolute hell compared to the life of a businessman. The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn't go to his desk at all there is nobody there to scold him. If he is a writer of fiction, he lives in a world of fear. Each new day demand new ideas and he can never be sure whether he's going to come up with something or not. Two hours of writing fiction leaves this particular writer absolutely drained. For those two hours he has been miles away, he has been somewhere else, in a different place with totally different people, and the effort of swimming back into normal surroundings is very great. the writer walks out of his workroom in a daze--he drinks to give himself faith, hope and courage.
A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it.
-Boy, Roald Dahl
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