Sometimes I wish writers had personallities more like sheep. Unfortunately, they have cat personalities.
A cat stands aloof, and knows that their own thoughts are far more interesting, inspired, and useful, than all other people's thoughts. As a result, no matter how much an organized activity is inside their best interest, some other schmoe must do all the organizing, because naturally the writer knows that, while they could probably do it better, it--the organizational process--isn't an important part of the whole activity, because it effects the other guys more obviously.
Scientists have sheep personallities. While scientists are disgustingly intelligent, and think they're thoughts are the best, they are entirely in favor of going everywhere and only where they are told. They follow instructions to the letter, and if they find inaccuracies in these instructions they postulate possible improvements to he who organizes them, and thusly the event comes about with utter hitchless dullness.
I respect Henry. He got writer's to do stuff. It's enormously freaking hard.
It's somewhat promising, though, that my writers are clearly the thoughtful, cat personallities. It implies to a degree that they're gifted.
I have a phone call to make...