It’s time to resurrect this

Beer in hand, book in the other.

No, I lie. The phone is in the other as I write this. The beer stays.

The urge to write is overwhelming at this point.  I never know what about, as inspiration strikes I guess.

But that’s an armature’s work, to write only when inspired.

I must work on my craft. I must grind through it. We all need to grind at something to be good at it.

I am starting to understand why so many authors write when they’re drunk. Its free-flowing, liberating, completely consuming. Edit when you get sober eventually.

Not a quote by Hemingway by the way.

Battery going.

I’ll be back.

Be sure of it.