Midnight Babble

It may take me awhile, and I may have to be hit on the head a few times, but I’ll figure it out, sooner or later.  I think I’m beginning to get it.  In fact, I think I’ve known what the problem was for a long time, longer than I’d like to admit.  And I didn't accept it.  But if the problem is ignored, it doesn’t go away. 

One thing, I think, I have figured out is that writing and thinking about writing are completely different things.  It’s easier, much easier, to think of one’s self as a writer, than it is to actually write something. 

I don’t know what ‘real’ writers think about, but I heard that some notable 20^th century authors drank to excess.  So I decided to follow their example.

As I said at the outset: I’m beginning to get it.  You can be a drunken writer, but you can’t be a writer because you’re drunk.   Staying up after mid-night , half-drunk and high, waiting for Erato, is self delusion, and an excuse only for more imbibing in order to spur creativity.  I tried and tried. It doesn’t work.