I stumbled across this on the “Sunday Book Review”, titled “Snacks of the great scribblers.” And… Well, being a writer isn’t easy. You have to eat all sorts of trash. Some of ’em drink vinegar, some of ’em eat raw, unpeeled carrots, and some of ’em sound like they’re languishing in prison- cold toast and stale coffee, anyone?
Definitely doesn’t sound very appetizing. Brain food rarely does.
Seriously though- it seems the grosser the food you eat, the more depressing your stories are. It’s really no wonder John Steinback writes stuff like the “Grapes of Wrath”. If I had to eat cold toast and drink stale coffee every day, I wouldn’t be very happy either. And Daniel Handler a.k.a. Lemony Snicket- the raw carrot eater, wrote “The series of Unfortunate Events” about a bunch of orphans whose fates get progressively worse as you delve deeper into his saga of twelve books. Eating raw carrots really doesn’t do you any good.
Neither does vinegar, for that matter, but for some reason, Lord Byron still manages to come up with romantic lines like, “She walks in beauty, like the night”. Imagine you’re having this romantic conversation with your boyfriend/husband under the starry sky, he’s saying you walk in beauty, he takes out some champagne glasses, you take an appreciative sip… And realize it’s vinegar. Oops. That certainly killed the mood. Definitely doesn’t sound very appetizing.