Tennessee Williams liked to drink gin and take uppers and throw himself into bed “on the kindness of strangers.” But first he went for a swim. No matter what country/guest house/hotel he stayed in throughout his adult life, he demanded it have a pool. He swam every morning, then wrote, then, well, you know.
Simone de Beauvoir had an enormous bicycle.
Stephen King likes to take long walks along Maine highways. (One day he was runover by a van. The man in the van had no license and was wrestling two rottweilers so couldn’t drive straight. The man died mysteriously a year later, ON STEPHEN KING’S BIRTHDAY! Moral: Do not fuck with Stephen King.)
Haruki Murakami is a marathoner.
How important is the physical body to the mind, to the artistic process? Do you exercise? If so, so what does it mean to your art?
