I went out the door and suddenly felt lonely and empty. I treated seeing Catherine very lightly. I had gotten somewhat drunk and has nearly forgotten to come but when I could not see her there I was feeling lonely and hollow.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY:drunk, wannabe ladies’ man, writer. likes sporting, drinking, being drunk, and travelling. dislikes edgar allan poe and purple prose.
MARY SHELLEY:ex-med student, the most badass person alive, writer. likes science fiction, bad jokes, and pondering the meaning and correlation of/between life and death. dislikes eduardo dantes and injustice.
Every author has some vice or way in which they write. Pen & Paper, typewriter, computer, or feather & ink. Late nights or early morning aided by a cup of coffee, pills, marijuana, cocaine, alcohol, or other narcotics. Usually something fuels those ideas as well: heartbreak, death, love, happiness, depression etc. Emotions and endless thoughts pour out, forming words and sentences. These words convey a message and bring meaning meant to be shared to the world. They serve a purpose and are the only form of sanity for the author. They are the medicine to the insanity, speradic thoughts, and emotional mind that is an author’s brian.
lol last night i drank for the first time in a while and i woke up to find that an outline i’ve been working on - which i’ve been stalled on for a bit - is now like 80% drafted. thanks, drunk me, i owe you one.