Last night my husband and I played beer pong with a few friends after his long strenuous day at the golf course soaking up the sun rays and indulging in several cold beverages in the afternoon heat. Yes, I AM in my thirties. Yes, I AM aware of how juvenile beer pong is. And yes, we played it anyways lol. At about nine o’clock(ish) our friends went home. Being the party animals we really are, we decided to watch a movie and top of the start of our alcohol content with a few shots of FireBall. Classy!
Needless to say, my husband passed out early leaving me bored with a damn good buzz. Naturally, I decided to pick up my latest and greatest project because my creative energy was flowing through me like a river. The alcohol filled Niagara of ideas was all but flowing over. I sat at my laptop and let my fingers go to town. Every part of me just knew, with out a doubt, that I had created something EPIC!
I went to bed drunk and satisfied!
Then I woke up……
And this was me……
Whatever it was I created was a far cry from epic! Actually, it was more like a disgrace! I made an effort to correct a few lines through my pounding headache and flipping stomach, but once I realized that the entire thing was far from fixable, I decided to stick with the read and then quickly delete method.
Three pages. I wrote three pages. That’s all. At the time I was convinced that it was a game changer. Honestly I don’t think I’ve ever been that excited about my writing… Like ever… Apparently drinking Didi has a horrible sense of creativity, grammar, personality concept, plot development, or really anything that makes sense… At all.
I think I’ll chock this one up as a learning experience and move on with my life lol.