Tonight I have been reading various articles on the lives and deaths of famous writers. Perhaps it is a little ghoulish to be reading such things but it is also fascinating at the same time. The first link takes you to an article about alcoholic authors. I have read On Writing by Stephen King in which he stated that he used to believe drink and drugs made him a better writer. Nowadays, he sees things differently. Anne Rice has also posted a video on YouTube urging writers not to drink.
Personally, I would agree with them. I have sat down with a drink in the past and the writing gets forgotten about. The drinking becomes a distraction, a time-stealer. That time could have been spent writing. Thankfully I’m not an alcoholic but I can understand that brief feeling that you are saying/writing something meaningful while under the influence; the false belief that drinking makes you more intelligent and talented.
This next link is slightly morbid but fascinating at the same time. A writer dying from cocktail stick injuries is not a common occurrence, I’m sure!
It certainly made me think about some of my habits. I will be careful about what goes into my mouth from now on. I am guilty of holding pens in my mouth but after reading that article, I will not be doing that. My imagination has me choking on a biro. I want to be known for living by the pen, not dying by the pen.