This isn’t any sort of euphemism. My wife wanted to go to a tea festival, I actually like tea and wanted to get some fresh air with the pollen washed out of it, and on our way back we stopped and got a couple of bottles of wine. We drank one this evening. I had fish sticks because I wanted some freaking fish sticks.
I suspect I need to do more days like this, really. Although maybe next time I’ll get some beer.
Whatever it takes to juice the creative process without long term damage.
Who thought Stephen King would be the poster child for “how not to live as a writer “?
Mew