*How did the illness affect your ability to write this
book? Were there long periods of time when you could neither do research nor
write? Did you get discouraged at times? What kept you going?
Writing this book (Seabiscuit) was immensely important to me, but my
illness made it hard. I had to accept that there would be a large physical
price to pay for undertaking this project, and that I would have to pare away
the rest of my life to save my strength
for what I wanted to do. For the four years that I researched and wrote
this book, I did virtually nothing else. I devoted everything I had to it. I
had my office set up so that there was a refrigerator, cereal boxes, bowls,
spoons, and a giant jug of water right by my desk, allowing me to keep on
working without wasting energy on fixing meals. I stacked research books in a
semicircle on the floor around my chair so I wouldn’t have to get up to get
them. I couldn’t travel to my sources, but found ways around this by making maximum
use of the Library of Congress’ inter-library loan service, the Internet, my fax
machine, email and, of course, my telephone. For the most part, my body held
together. I worked whenever I had strength, sometimes at odd hours, and I often
worked until completely exhausted, and dizzy. There were days when it was
almost impossible to move, but I usually found something I still had the
strength to do. If I was too dizzy to write, I did interviews. If I was too
weak to sift through books, I sat still and wrote. Sometimes I worked while in
bed, lying on my back and scribbling on a pad with my eyes closed. Though it
was hard to do this, there was never a point at which I became discouraged. These
subjects were just too captivating for me to ever consider abandoning the
project. The price I paid was steep. Within hours of turning in the manuscript,
my health collapsed completely. The vertigo returned in force, and I was unable
to read or write at all for several months. I also became markedly weaker and
was rendered almost entirely home bound again. Well over a year later, I still
haven’t completely recovered.
But it was worth it.
As difficult as the illness made the writing and research
process, I think I also have it to thank
for spurring me into the project. Being sick has truncated my life
dramatically, drastically narrowing the possibilities for me. For fifteen
years, I have had very little contact
with the world. The illness has left me very few avenues for achievement, or
for connecting with people. Writing is my salvation, the one little area of my
life where I can still reach out into the world and create something that will
remain after I am gone. It enables me to define myself as a writer instead of a
sick person. Because of this, I felt so immensely powerful motivating me to
write this book, and writing it as well as I could.
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