‘Lot No. 249’, Arthur Conan Doyle
I have gotten into baseball recently, and whenever I have trouble writing, I think about the pace of baseball. It’s slow. You strike out a lot, even if you’re great. It’s mostly individual, but when you have to work together, it must be perfect. My desktop picture is of the Red Sox during the World Series. They aren’t winning; they’re just grinding out another play. This, for me, is very helpful to have in my mind while writing.
You really inhabited this morose character [of Llewyn Davis]. Are you a Method actor?
In between takes I’d be smiling from ear to ear because I was so excited to be there. I mean, I try to stay in it, but I was too happy to be there. I couldn’t really keep it morose. That contradiction of the energy, the happiness of being there, but at the same time being completely invested in this despair, that was scary, too. You think, “Are people going to care about this dude?”