Thursday, April 1, 2010
Palliative? What does that even mean?
So as I've said before (sometimes even in Haiku) alcohol seems to hinder my creative writing ability, which is funny because there is a true stereotype out there about writers being alcoholics. All great writers seem to have a problem with the sauce, Hemingway, Joyce, Peña etc. etc. but I don't have a problem with it, I just like to get a bit tipsy once a week on Friday or so. My palliative also seems to accentuate my CADD (oh god that's twice I've referenced myself now, I am officially a hack) my drunk self does not enjoy focusing on a single idea and following through, oh no. Drunk Kelly enjoys coming up with idea after idea and writing them down to let sober/hungover Kelly deal with the aftermath. But then the problem becomes that drunk Kelly thinks that all his Ideas are good, when in fact they are not, I'm sure there are a few good ones that come through every now and again but for the most part, drunk ideas are not shall we say, as proficient as I would prefer (even though they are prodigious in pure numbers).
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