I was going to start a new blog altogether, but decided to bring this one back after all. Wondering how my writing will be after one can of Coors Light and three bottles of Smirnoff. Ernest Hemingway used to drink before writing, and look how his stuff turned out! Why is it that the muse is more easily accessible to the artist with the aid of alcohol or mind altering drugs? Haven't felt particularly creative recently, but I've been inspired by dreams. Dreams which I think would make good books when they wake me up in the den of night, but the next morning it confuses me as to why I found them relevant.
Went something like this...
Needless to say, I am at a precipice in my creativity.
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