Sort of an inspiring piece in the Guardian by AL Kennedy about why, we, as writers shouldn’t have to suffer for our art. She makes the point with great sarcasm that people who are suffering are no fun to be around, and that the whole idea that it makes for greater art is absurd.

My whole thing is, if you’re looking to be inspired, and to produce something great, and to get other, confident people looking for someone to bring something new to the table, to help you realize what you’re working on, it’s hard to do that if you’re hungry, tired, broke. She says all this. When you’re just trying to survive, vision becomes narrow.