Icheb wrote:
Yes, my obsessions change all the time. And when I "awaken" from one, I feel as embarrassed as somebody who's misbehaved at a party. What can I say, except - it seemed like a good idea at the time?
I've experienced this just once. Since I was a small child, I wrote fictional stories, and I just assumed that I would always write fiction and have a career as a novelist, maybe as a screenwriter or playwright as well. Then, in my mid-20's, in the middle of finishing my Bachelor's of Arts, which included an independent-study course which consisted of my writing fiction, I very suddenly thought: What a strange thing to do, making up stories and judging other people's made-up stories, and arguing about things that never happened with other literary types, and taking it all so terribly seriously.
In the 20 years then, I've written more fiction and read plenty of it, but it's never been the same. It took me a long time to find my way to a mindset where dealing with all these made-up stories made sense again. I view fiction with a lot more irony now, and I read and write more nonfiction.
Other than that: my obsessions change, but my new obsessions grow quite naturally out of the older ones, so how much of a change is that?