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There was a problem in my life--if it was a problem at all--is that I felt like two
different people, always. One was a very normal, fairly even tempered, average person, who
goes about doing his life the way everyone else does, and the other one is this playwright.
And the playwright has many more facets to him than the other Neil does. He’s smarter.
He can deal with things that Neil can’t deal with or doesn’t want to deal with.
He’s much more neurotic than Neil the person is. I sometimes felt that the playwright didn’t
like Neil very much, because Neil wanted to go to the ballgame. The writer wanted to write.
And this battle went on. It’s not a conscious battle, and there’s no conversations going
on between these two people, but it’s inside there someplace. Over the years I think they’ve
become more wedded to each other, or else I’ve moved over to becoming more the playwright.
I don’t know, to tell you the truth. Just as I say that I think, no, I think I’m becoming
more well adjusted in my life. I’m in a happy marriage. I have three daughters and
three grandchildren. But even when I go up to see them, and I’m going to stay at a
hotel, because I don’t like to stay in their houses, ‘cause then I have to do what they
want to do. I want to come over, spend the day, go home at night.