So, after an hour and a half session at the gym with a tyrannical personal trainer (he’s worth every penny), I came home, made a light dinner and decided to have an early night. I also thought a little tiny glass of red wine would be a good idea. Wrong….
I now sit with my iPad, a glass of wine, the cat and “Demolition Man” . Oh dear. Have you every had a couple of drinks and sat down to write? Not that I’m advocating drinking and writing, but have you every tried to write when you’re a bit tipsy? It can yield funny or embarrassing results.
Write a story about a drunk individual who pours their heart out on paper when they’ve had a few too many, then have someone find their writings in the morning. What are the results?
Have fun, I’m having more more wee dram.