I first heard of the term “the midnight disease” in Michael Chabon’s Wonder Boys and had that tickled pink moment of bliss that finally, finally there was a phrase for me to describe that restless writer’s insomnia that I’ve had all my life. I’ve since learned that the phrase itself is attributed to Edgar Allen Poe. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary…
The condition is also called hypergraphia, the incessant urge to write.
What? You too? Oh, lovely!!! Don’t you feel a sense of dysfunctional brotherhood (or sisterhood) all of the sudden?
Of course, I came up with this blog idea during one such recent bout. I’d had a tough day at the day job, hubby had gone to bed around midnight and I called after him to tell him I’d join him soon. Three hours later, I was still awake, trying to pick through the scenes leading up to my black moment.
Sometimes, I think it would be really, really convenient if I got this disease all the time. Think of how I could tackle all those deadlines. I’d finish one project and start right away on the next. When I fell fifty pages behind, I’d just burn the midnight oil and get caught up.
The problem is, this sort of fast burn can’t last.
I was debating with a friend once who insisted I was a workaholic and the behavior really was akin to someone addicted to drugs or alcohol. “No it isn’t.” I argued. “I hate work. It makes me frustrated and tired and miserable. I spend a lot of time trying to figure out how NOT to work so much. It’s not like there’s a substance I’m dependent on. I just feel there’s too much that I’m responsible to let it go.”
And then it hit me — I was addicted to a chemical, the greatest of drugs. I was addicted to adrenaline. Not the jumping out of a plane sort of adrenaline. I mean, what can you really do with that rush other than land on the ground safely and celebrate?
I was seeking the last minute boost I get when the pressure is on and the deadlines are looming. When that happens, you force yourself into this point of near exhaustion and then, poof! You can stay up all night if you need to. The dose of adrenaline keeps your mind awake and the midnight disease keeps you working and writing. There is nothing you can’t accomplish when you’re filled with this delirious, restless energy.
Why wouldn’t you want to feel this way all the time? Sick and lovely.
So the point of the whole exercise was two realizations:
1) I am particularly suited to be a writer and always have been because of this condition.
2) The adrenaline rush and the midnight disease is not a sustainable model if you want to join the human race.
Some artists revel in the identity of being mad geniuses, but I prefer what Stephen King said in “On Writing”: Push your writing desk into the corner. Writing is not your life, it’s a part of it. That’s what I strive for now. I don’t want to have to rely on the overnighter to get things done, but once in a while, I just can’t help it.
How do you control the midnight disease? Or, do you feel such boundaries would destroy your creative madness?
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I really love this, Jeannie. I’m a put-the-pressure-on kinda girl myself. I work best under stress, which isn’t really good for the health, but it is what it is. It really drives me crazy. I wish I were more…hmmm, stable? Constant? I remind myself that the turtle, NOT the rabbit, won the race. Not that it helps, but still I remind myself.
Great blog!
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I think there’s a certain type of person who becomes a writer. We profess to hate the deadlines, but we secretly need them don’t we?
Yes we do!