"Truth is I worked on this novel for 10 years. Not ten years of watching Seinfeld at 11 PM. Ten years of a high priority in my life. When I was dating the woman who is now my wife, I would only go out with her two nights a week because I couldn't give more time to that.
Now. I'll grant that this is serious dedication. I must say, though, that I'm impressed with his wife, sticking with him through 10 years of coming in second on the priority list.
So. Is he an artist who has his priorities right? An artist who is a little screwed up in the head? Does it take that kind of single-minded determination (to the detriment of other activities in one's life) to create something brilliant, or even good? Does it really matter, as long as his wife could put up with it? Is it possible to be a great (or even good) writer and still have a well-rounded life? Am I asking all the wrong questions?