Sue Price: Your dreams were trying to kill you!
That strikes a chord with me, because there was a time in my life, when I was denying that
‘other’ in my head, when I think my subconscious very deliberately worked against me, although it wasn’t as murderous as yours!
For instance, I would say something quite innocent to someone – something like, ‘How are you?’
- and hear myself saying it in a way that made it insulting. I had absolutely no conscious intention of insulting anyone, and would be as astonished as the person I’d just offended. But
what could I say? I’d just bitten their heads off for no good reason!
It was impossible to explain that it wasn’t me who’d said it! They’d have thought I was
mad. Occasionally, I thought I was mad.
I was at logger-heads with what I now call ‘my daemon’ because I was refusing to acknowledge
that it existed. It fought me all the way. I’d be writing something and would decide to make some change to the plot. The ‘daemon’ would object, but I didn’t recognise its voice and took it for a
mere passing thought, which I’d ignore because I had my plan. I was certain there was only one voice in my head: the ‘I’ voice, which I would now call ‘the editor’.
The daemon took revenge by withdrawing. The piece of writing I was working on would fall over
dead. I had to learn that with writing – or, I think, any art – the daemon does the real work! The Editor may make some great improvements, once the real work is finished, but shouldn’t be
allowed to interfere with the daemon.
A vengeful, spurned daemon is a dangerous thing, I think – especially yours! Mine not only
stymied my efforts at writing, it played those tricks to embarrass me. It was ingenious at finding ways to make such remarks as, “Yes, please,” or “I’ve heard of that,” nasty and cutting.
I had to learn that talk of ‘muses’ and ‘daemons’ was not the arty-farty nonsense I thought it,
but a way of talking about something that we don’t quite understand, and don’t have an everyday vocabulary for. I began to deal with writing-problems by saying to the daemon, ‘Solve this for me.’
And it did! The more I trusted it, the faster and more inventively it solved the problems.
I started to give way to it. If it insisted that a particular character should – or shouldn’t –
die, I no longer argued, but humbly worked with it to make it so. I discovered that the more I trusted the daemon, the friendlier it became. It stopped playing those tricks on me!
So I paid more attention and ‘heard’ it more clearly. I saw how a piece of writing I’d ‘made up
as I went along’ had sub-texts planted in it, and other subtleties that ‘I’ hadn’t planned – so who had? And then I read
Kipling’s description of his ‘daemon’ and knew what he was
talking about right away.
It seems that your ‘daemon’ was so furious at your moving away from your art – or so despairing
– that it wanted to kill you. That’s frightening.
Do you think it was drawing and writing again that made your peace with it?