when you read at home typically you don’t drink. i write, but infrequently. as such, when i read at the pub the alcohol liberates my mind and i allow myself to be emancipated from the daily restrictions that cause my mind and emotions to constrict and shrivel. instead i’m inspired by the words i read and respond to them or to the emotions and ideas they conjure up. laziness and boredom create a placid mind, but new castle brown redeems it! and, though my spelling is shit, i am able to tease out the meditations and introspective thoughts that i have often laboured over but never expressed.
its easy to play the protagonist when the part has been written for you. its much more difficult to play the part when you’ve written it for yourself. when the character is not based on who you are but who you want to be.