Writing is difficult, arduous, and often painful. Writing can drive one mad. Unless you write in a completely emotionless fog, writing has tormented you. Similarly, Henry Knight’s monstrous hound tormented him. This is actually what I feel like when I come forth to face my writing. (Sometimes.)
Henry Knight from Sherlock is the perfect allegory for an angsty writer, and here’s why.
Henry Knight=angsty writer
Sherlock=inconsiderate reader
When our stories are painful and messy but WE KEEP COMING BACK (or they keep coming back; I’m not sure):
Henry Knight: [keeps going back to Dewer’s Hollow]
When we try to explain our stories to someone and their response is:
You are trying to pour forth your heart, and they scoff. This crushes our souls. This makes us bitter.
When you are asking for advice on a particularly emotional scene and they don’t TAKE IT SERIOUSLY:
Henry Knight: [bitterly] I’m not sure you can help me Mr. Holmes, since you find it all so funny.
When someone challenges our use of a particular word/phrase/plot point:
Sherlock: You said hound; why a hound?
Henry Knight: [in agitated confusion] I..I don’t know…
When we are trying to decipher our own jumbled notes and plot lines:
Henry Knight: [in intense concentration]Â Liberty in… what do you think it means?
When people deny the importance of our characters and stories and try to tell us that they are NOT REAL:
This is frightfully disturbing.
When we come to a dead end:
Henry Knight: [puts his hands to his head in agitation]
Henry Knight: [yelling in anguish] I DON’T- I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!
This moment comes more often than I would care to admit.
The rest of the time:
The general plagued air.
The confusion.
The dreaded fascination.
The obsession.
The ANGST, folks. The angst.
I know this is fairly dramatic, but isn’t writing dramatic???
In Conclusion
As a writer, I relate to this on a profound level. I know it all sounds rather drastic, but sometimes when I am wrapped up in my stories, this is how it feels. Exactly like this. I feel like the world is crashing in around me, and I am just sitting on my bed with my laptop in front of me or a pen in my hand. How do stories do this to us?
One other thing worth noting is that the hound DID NOT exist; Henry made it up in order to cope with an even uglier reality…. (Why are there tears in my eyes?)
(Of course there was also poisonous gas and all that, but that doesn’t fit with my metaphor, so Shhh.)
What about you? Are you a writer? Do you relate to the angst of Henry Knight? Are you haunted by your stories and characters? Or do you have the emotionless fog approach? (Does anyone actually do that???)
Haha this is perfect. XD I’m basically Henry Knight in writer form about 90% of the time. And just yes because SHERLOCK!
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I am glad you relate! (Because I relish the idea of you suffering apparently- what am I?) Henry Knight is tormented writers everywhere.
Sherlock is unreasonably glorious sometimes. As I like to say, “I don’t like TV shows. I only like one.”
Thanks so much for commenting, my loyal friend.
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Yes! Sherlock and writing!
I can’t say that my writing life is much like Knight (like you said, emotionless fog…we really do exist!) but it was certainly a window into what other people feel. I never really thought about writing that way. Would you consider writing a post comparing some of the Sherlock characters to kinds of writers? This one was very entertaining to read! 🙂
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Thanks! That’s interesting that you are one of those emotionless fog specimens! I would really need to look into that concept more before I could write a post comparing writing styles to Sherlock characters, but that sounds like a brilliant notion! I will consider it. Thank you for commenting!
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This is perfect! I’ve seen gifs and memes and such comparing writers to Sherlock–but never to Henry Knight! Also, the gifs you picked are spot-on!
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Yes, it’s a brilliant comparison, isn’t it? I love coming up with metaphors for writing, and a variety of other things. Thank you so much for the compliments! They are appreciated immensely by my sponge-self. 🙂
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My dear Sponge, this was hilarious. and I do sympathise with this a lot. for example, we are keen to demonstrate our profound worldbuilding skills and our mc’s complete and entire family history, but our unkind readers very dismissively say “hmm, not interested. moving on to the night where your father was brutally murdered”. And we are left thinking, “But wait, this is important too!” I relate entirely to Henry Knight.
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Huzzah, I am glad that you understand the sufferings of an angsty writer! (Not that I want you to suffer, but… anyway.) It is terrible to be a writer who is not understood by the general populace of readers, but it is good to know that we are not alone!
Thank you so much for commenting!
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This is wonderful. Yes, I’m a writer but I haven’t watched Sherlock recently enough to remember Henry this clearly. I probably should remedy that……
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Thank you! I am glad you like it.
Ha, ha, yes, Henry is a supremely tormented character. Naturally I related this angst to writing.
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