Writing drunk is – uh – probably ill-advised, to say the least.
Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Truman Capote, the list goes on.
At the very least, a writer should get to enjoy the process of it all.
Or, endure the process of it all – along with the rest of their struggling peers.
And what good is living a life if you are too blackout drunk to enjoy it anyway?
At the end of my adventures I was drinking a case of sixteen-ounce tallboys a night, and there’s one novel, Cujo, that I barely remember writing at all. I don’t say that with pride or shame, only with a vague sense of sorrow and loss. I like that book. I wish I could remember enjoying the good parts as I put them down on the page.
-Stephen King, On Writing