I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life.
I can definitely relate. I am and always have been a loner. I always went somewhere with a book and preferred to imagine things alone to being in the (to me) wild company of others. I did have an imaginary friend named Sharley Parkins who I would, apparently, blame whenever I got into trouble. She eventually went to jail, so yeah, she was a bit of a troublemaker. I need to work on her story, now that I think about it.
The rest of the article may prove interesting to some, but it goes into his thoughts on his political works, which is of no interest to me at the moment, but may prove interesting you.
I am still figuring out why I write and how I will pursue it.