Hyperfocuses on whatever he’s writing and gets intensely invested in it.
Spends days just sitting at his desk writing and doesn’t stop until he has an entire play like two weeks later.
When he’s not able to focus on writing he finds it near impossible to sit down and write. “Writing’s demanding, it’s mentally challenging, and it’s a bore. It’s such a chore to sit in a room by yourself.”
Loses track of what he’s trying to say mid-sentence.
Uses alcohol as a suppressant bc his mind is just so go go go! all day every day.
Zones out during conversations because his mind wanders, making him look rude for not paying attention.
Interrupts conversations to talk about an idea that just popped into his head. (Again, making him seem rude.)
Forgets things frequently and has to write everything down.
Talks loud, all the time.
Interrupts himself mid sentence to talk about something he just remembered.
Loses track of time when he’s hyperfocused on writing. Goes seven hours just working only to realize he hasn’t eaten all day when his stomach starts to hurt.
Cannot work with anyone/anything in the room, because it’ll end up being a major distraction. (Which is why the leather boys lock him in his room alone.)
Has other people proofread the plays he powerwrote in a weeks time because he can’t muster up the will to read it over again.
Talks to himself when he’s alone. Has full on conversations at his desk with his quill.
Gets really excited and passionate about his latest play and delves really deep into it, only to not give two shits about it once performances are over.
this anniversary of both the birth and death of William Shakespeare, here is
“The Death of Juliet” from the full-length ballet score, “Romeo and Juliet” by
Sergei Prokofiev. In this final scene,
Prokofiev has captured in music the unbearable pain Juliet feels when she
awakens to find Romeo dead by her side.
This is one of the great scores of the twentieth century.