Here's one on Creativity and Bipolar Disorder.
Key quotes: " Many investigations have occurred that correlate creativity with mental illness..."
" Jamison's article continues to cite evidence for the strong correlation between bipolar affective psychoses and creativity."
Goodwin suggests writers need inspiration - echoing the romantic belief that alcohol can serve as some mysterious creative fuel, invoking a heightened state of consciousness through which to perceive the world.
This used to work for me when I was younger. Now, not so much. Trying to write while drunk produces things like:
"Hank hastily dropped to the floor and began assembling the...thing. That he needed. Badly.
Bernice, in her role as look-out, turned to see Hank fumbling with the thing he badly neededed and said 'What the fuck are you doing?! the Gaurds are on their way!'
Hank burst into tears and screamed in reply 'JUST FUCK YOU, OKAY?! OKAY?! JUST...YOU NEVER LOVED ME! WHAT THEE HELL ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE? THE FUCK? I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry. I'm fucking tired, you know? Just...man.
then the gards busteded in and fucking killed them both becaus3 that's the way the fucking world works, you know what I'm sayin? You know?
Oh, fuck you, why am I tlaking to you anyway?"
Or say, anything on Broadway.
Well...
Seriously? Oklahoma? Godspell? Sweeney Todd? Rent?
Rent?
Well....
(But seriously, I was going to bring up Avenue Q and Urinetown.)
There are also seven different musicals that have won Pulitzers for Drama.
Or say, anything on Broadway.
Wait, they are making a musical of "Say, Anything"!?!
Actually, I hate
Rent.
I had no interest in seeing it when it was playing at the dive theater down the block, and when I finally heard a few songs after it moved to Broadway, my opinion wasn't changed. I was simply looking for a modern example.
Rent?
I've only seen the movie, not the stage play, but I gotta say, I'm not a big fan of Rent.
When the movie opens and all these "hip, bohemian" starving artist types are setting their shit on fire and tossing it out the window, well...maybe I'm just an old fart, but my first thoughts were "That's not gonna help your case any. And if you're setting your shit on fire to keep warm, it's gonna do jack for you in the street. I'm just sayin'."