JP Donleavy died earlier this month at the age of 91. About a half-century ago he wrote The Ginger Man, another of those great racketing novels from the British Isles about charismatic and sodden rakes. It had the unusual distinction of being highly praised in print by both Dorothy Parker and Hunter S. Thompson, who knew a few things about booze and wit.
In any case, Donleavy proffered some sound advice about those pursing his craft to a magazine in the late 1970s:
Writing is turning one’s worst moments into money.
Better definitions have yet to be located.