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Alcohol Lied And Told Me It Would Make Me A Better Writer.
When I write sober, I write better.
Have you ever listened to a drunk person’s ideas? They may think they have the “best” ideas in the world, but it’s just rambling.
They can’t plan. So, how are you going to fund that bowling alley? How are you going to run a bar in Mexico while having a job in New Hampshire?
Possibly the only thing more annoying than the ideas of a person who is drunk are the ideas of a person on blow.
But I definitely bought into the idea that alcohol gave my art more credibility. And so my creative schedule was all over the place. Having a drink to write, to edit, alternating with coffee to pull all-nighters.
I believed the following garbage:
- Substances made you more creative, and a better writer.
- Works had to be done quickly, because I was in a cycle of drinking and crashing, so I had to finish novels within a short period of time.
- Writing sober was boring, and after all, pain made the artist. Right?
There’s a lot of the idea of the rockstar writer. I admit that I bought into it. After all, I was cool and young and an artist, and substance abuse had to be a part of that. Right?
