a writer i met in amsterdam told me that when he gets out of the navy, he wants to take a road trip across the us and visit hometowns of famous american writers, drinking what they drank when they wrote (careful of the bukowski black hole). every writer has a vice. some say it's what gives them the juice to write. as a fellow writer, i say, it's whatever they need to contain the voices in their head long enough to release them in an orderly fashion. i often wonder, are writers those who bring life to voices? or those trying to silence the voices which haunt them? are we bringing spirits to life or are we releasing ghosts?
if ryan wants to go to fremont and drink what i drink when i write, he'll be drinking gatorade. even in creative endeavors, i'm still an athlete at heart.
by the way, i made a graph:
standing up....................sitting down................laying down
