Chuck Palahniuk’s novel Diary observes the plight of modern-day creativity:
We get on our art school treadmill, our graduate program for a master’s in fine arts, and practice, practice, practice. With all our excellent skills, we have nothing special to document.
As an undergrad student at U.Va., I wrote a column about my life as a way to process my feelings. I don’t write as much about myself nowadays, but the habit of writing has stuck with me.
Everything is a diary.