But as a writer, your true mission has something to do with figuring out the true nature of reality.  I mean, that sounds funny, or pompous, or lots of things, but you have to throw that out there.  This is why I occasionally study something like D.T. Suzuki in the Lankavatara Sutra, his commentary on how words are as a reflection of the moon on water, something being in the water that holds the reflection, the words being the reflection, but not the moon itself.

Somewhere in the night, as I watched a bit of The Deer Hunter, thinking of the constant sad efforts of writing, I had a kind of a thought, which is thus:  if the pace of nature is accelerated, as if we were arrogant enough to think that its natural course could be sped up, manipulated, disaster comes.  Hitler, speeding up the rate at which anything man-made should be powerful more than it is...   an imbalance against the natural democracy, the equality of human endeavor...   The inherent risks of nuclear reactions...   The human era manipulation of natural species...    And this is why I, if anything, have tried to slow things down in life, even as life has gotten ahead of me.

One cannot speed up the process of writing.  One cannot hide in substances that manipulate the mood.  One has to take it slow, and easy, or risk becoming another unrealistic venture.

Slowing things down, you dodge some bullets that way...

But, you get tired of listening to yourself, your own head.  And recording down every thing that happened takes enormous energy...